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)
Hot showers and candles used purely for the scent
Beds raised from the ground that don’t smell like cigarettes
Dish washers oh how beautiful it is
To hide your mess especially those dishes!
Traffic lights and construction zones
Things you might hate unless you’ve lived without
I forget to be thankful each and every day
But sometimes when I’m alone I scream and say
Before I complain
That my WiFi connection has gone insane
Poet, making sense of war, humanity, love and greed. Trying to find the magic in ordinary things.
I am Zee