Few of my million daily thoughts, stories, and poems survive the battles in my head and make it to this blog.
Help me give them a louder voice.
(All poems are written by me, you can call me Zee)
Surrounded by thousands
Still feels alone
This city just does not feel like home
This body is not my own
Soul wanting to burst out of a body
This is not where it belongs
Adam ate the apple
While I suffer his mistakes
Poet, making sense of war, humanity, love and greed. Trying to find the magic in ordinary things.
I am Zee