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 story did not have a beginning
For it was always a continuation
Of another’s end
Poet, making sense of war, humanity, love and greed. Trying to find the magic in ordinary things.
I am Zee