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 have traveled far, escaped a war, and made a new life. The words in my head need to be read, or at least written somewhere.
I find comfort in colored pens and blank papers.
If you’re reading this, I thank you for your curiosity.