It's between 3 and 4a.m on hopeless nights.

It's between the ragged breaths and strangled heart beats.

It's between the coiled stomach and aching chest.

It's between the skirmishes of the head and the heart.

It's between the razor and the wrist.

It's between the waves and ebbs of anxiety and panic attacks.

It's between the unforgiving past and uncertain future.

That's where it is.

That's where divinity is found.