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
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
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