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)
The little child hides
Scared from the outside
Where the air can touch his skin
So he stays hidden within
And you age
That you are the key to your cage
Poet, making sense of war, humanity, love and greed. Trying to find the magic in ordinary things.
I am Zee