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)
He said he’ll hold my hand
But here I am, falling on my own
Oceans deep or sands
I don’t think he’ll notice what’s wrong
Poet, making sense of war, humanity, love and greed. Trying to find the magic in ordinary things.
I am Zee