I spoke to the lavender lady. She said she couldn’t hear me out because I didn’t sound like a bee. She pointed to the ground where her beauty is planted. Then she pointed to her neck tilted sideways to see the sun. We can never follow the light if we don’t hold on to our… Continue reading The lavender lady and me
Author: Rasha Abou Dargham
Hello 27, where do I look for you?
And then there’s this year. The year that is taxing me for looking forward. I have a small stash left and I won’t use it up on projections. Looking back and looking forward, moments, eyes, and regrets are hanging on walls of empty hallways. I’m running to the very end of it.
Because I love you and I like you.
This is to say that the reality of us is far more intricate. Layered with all the people we have been before, the people who we no longer are and the ones we will become.