I know the meaning behind her peculiar name, the way every letter shapes and leans towards the beginnings of my soul, trying to manifest themselves into five letters as opposed to three.

And every time I wonder, I can hear you, your twilight tinged breath just at my ear, whisper a single word my mother told me I should not ever mutter. "Never." A short musing on finding God

I wait, in limbo, for endless moments with your breath on my hairline. I keep my eyes closed, trying so hard to keep it together. I want more than anything to drop of my knees and surrender, to swear that I'll never make the mistake again.

Danger meant nothing to me when he was there.