I’m sitting here and writing this with one ear lent to my playlist and the other at the mercy of the slightest sound of your breath. My eyes constantly darting from this journal to your bassinet. My arms ready to drop any and everything if a chirp from you orders their embrace.
Author: Rasha Abou Dargham
I Don’t Believe In Love At First Sight, But I Do Believe In This
I don’t believe in love at first sight. I don’t believe the first hello does anything besides greet. I don’t believe love is conjured out of thin air and lasts effortlessly for the rest of our days.
Poetry in the time of corona
The legs demanding fulfilment of a promised adventure. Twisted spine dug into a couch. Pillows propping up what was once a head. Now, a vessel of worry. Unable to remain afloat unsupported.
Boundless Entries 