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)
They led me behind a broken barn
They showed me all the things they have done
Creatures that looked like smoke
They appeared and disappeared as they spoke
The river branch was their highway
The trees, their home
The Forrest under the mushrooms was their own
How did I come to such a world… I do not know
Between magical creature that dance and glow
A World inside of my world that I have never seen
This taught me that things are never what they seem