I figured the only way to get you back was to write about you. For months I've summoned your presence but you've refused to materialize, leaving me in a painstaking state where I'm unsatisfied and intimidated by my writing

We came from different backgrounds, races, stories, and seasons in our lives. We each lived in different places, had different experiences, opinions, and politics.

The Red Sea was parted right before my eyes, and still disbelief? Me of little faith and anxious human nature, when will I see past it and transcend these limitations to true reality?