Dear Ben, On my Bible app, I was reminded that God will satisfy my needs in a scorching land and will strengthen my frame. This land is my body and my soul. So I have asked, even if I feel I don't deserve it, for Him to make me whole again. With you, my body and soul woke up to sensations I have already forgotten. I did not know that your voice would hold me like how a child would want to be held—trusting, longing, and fo...

Her eyes are two little boats lost in the aftermath of a storm. From the grayish ocean, they sail into the lagoon of his eyes of crystal green -- serene, inviting enchanting like a beautiful song, breath-taking, just at the right time when the torn sails finally catch the right winds. The little boats glide, they move closer and closer to where the song belongs -- the lagoon of crystal green where the sunlight dances, whe...

I used to see the blinking cursor on a white page, domineering, overbearing, sneering at me. At my lack. At the spaces I dared not take up. I could almost hear it saying, "You're always like that. Parking me at this point in a huge, open white space. You set the plan, the time, and the possible sources of inspiration. But still, here I stand. You always cower to make me move." So now I am here, making the cursor run on th...