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
Poet, making sense of war, humanity, love and greed. Trying to find the magic in ordinary things.
I am Zee