Love is the vacuumed spaces in between.

Imagine a scene, between two misfits, in this spinning world, holding on to each other. Not knowing when to pull away, or if to come together. An arcane glimpse into the others mystic moments, tied only by a mind - singular, but encapsulating. No shadows of malcontent nor the majestic arrogance of the proud ego. Simple and weightless they move together in the direction of their souls. Intertwined like the photons in vacuumed space, where no sound exist only a bold feeling.

The scene plays infinitely like a steeple on the church on temple mount. Hanging, over the land below, worshiping the sun, the feather and the holding sprites. An eternity absolved in a blink of an eye. The link breaks between them, and what is left is; sky.

Everything else, slips into itself, in a vortex of rainbows - cascading and ascending it ends.

This is how love was born.
Naked and alone.
But beautiful.