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)
After the sun has set
And the birds have vanished, to places I can not see
I lay awake
Much too aware of my essence
That thing I try to avoid
That humanity that gives me much pain, and sometimes pleasure
I see it
A fire that does not burn, nor is red
I see my soul trying to connect
But these webs are much too wide
And your humanity prevents you from admitting the need
To be connected, once more