A beauteous happening. A chance moment. A spark born from dark feelings echoing within the soul. Needless yet perceptive. Meandering through a habitat not of its own design. An idea is born. A massive wave of energy transported through space, interrupting the gatherings of ancient galactic breath and the birth of stars exploding with energy. I offer only this love. It knows no boundaries, for boundaries are created by humans. It creeps with glacial aura, seemingly frozen where it is sprawled against the lush blackness that is the night sky. Cold. Comforting. It explodes and erupts with passionate fury raining down from a heavenly origin. This is my love. It removes you from your soul and cleanses your body, before gently placing you back. It causes complete bafflement. Its torrential force can frighten you to tears. Its inner workings cause you to throw your arms up in defeat. Don’t think of it. Do not perceive it or try to encase it in your understanding as this is against the nature of my love. Feel it. Let it take back to its home and show you its world. Its place of origin. It comes from a place that I cannot yet touch. A place where colors streak endlessly and without purpose. A place where universes are born and simultaneously eradicated without a trace, and without a sound. A place where nothing requires anything. It is random. It is gorgeous. Endless. Sausage.