You know those moments when it's 12:00 am, and you're supposed to be asleep, but for some reason, God is nudging you to tap into your creative space, so now your hands are painting, writing poetry, making miniature houses, and basically doing everything that gives your soul some sort of raw bliss? A sort of sustenance to your soul that reminds you how wonderful it is to be human? Yeah, in those moments, I'm not Rash, I'm simply "Reen." It's the second syllable of my name that no one really calls me by because it's so personal. But just like Rash, it's a big part of my identity. It's the vulnerably artistic side of who I am.