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)
I stop to wonder why
And what is behind the “I”
Face that I came to recognize
Stories built on lies
Then the waiter brings my drink
And I forget that I ever questioned the I
Poet, making sense of war, humanity, love and greed. Trying to find the magic in ordinary things.
I am Zee