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)
Without a passport I travel
To lands of my own
To a world that does not require
A paper or a big loan
But you must bring a bit of madness
And love for fingers covered in paint
Hair so messy
And people who can appreciate
The madness within