Leafing through it all, I realized that we had always been destined for what was to happen. As the vastness of this earth is for the rain that deposits in its cracks. As the silence would fall into its own grasp, should the nuances allow it.

In fact, I'm not so sure the lines we drew and crossed again and again were good for anything. Rather, they distracted us from the concrete wall behind, as if it were the bull that would kill us, not the alley we were trapped in. So instead, we cornered ourselves and waited for our thread of prayers to pull our spirits up to heaven.