for lack of a better word (Kawoshin)

He thought of planets first. Colliding. All the quietness of empty space, the throat of a champagne bottle hitting the hull, the reflection of candlelight on linoleum. It didn't matter what the planets were before, because they failed to live in this one, exact second.
They were soft, drawn out, long movements and lingering tilts. The lightest sort of kissing with the heaviest demeanor. Minor adjustments were sharpened like camera lenses, so clear and concise through the glass that there were electric blue liners chasing the corners.
Planets; planets, now, planets meant nothing. Planets didn't even compare. He was his own construction. He was uncharted divinity. He was dazed, stricken wonderment.

nge does not belong to me; all rights go to Anno

Title change as of 11/3/16: snapchat dorks >>> for lack of a better word