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)
I crave a world
With no boarders
We were born to roam
Trying to feel at home
Poet, making sense of war, humanity, love and greed. Trying to find the magic in ordinary things.
I am Zee