There's a black vacuum covering a great infinity

As I, the size of an intergalactic crumb, sail amongst the constellation ocean.

Heat does not exist here, numbness abounds, and I take in the galaxy that our humanity inhabits.

The darkness around me makes my inner demons' civil wars turn to saints'.

Beyond me, a battered grey ball hangs in the heavens.

My appetite craves her homemade alfredo like a black hole to these stars, which remind me of parmesan.

I cast my celestial vision to our globe, back home.

Focus draws a picture as my camera shutters, and my sight is starstruck at this view.