Juno's Peacock

I woke up today, and I looked for you. I stumbled blinded by the sun out into the garden. I spoke nothing. I had less. I knew only that you had left something painfully wrong in my head, a beautiful imperfection. A mosaic of tiny infinite heavens... An epic tragedy. Where, and when I find you, will be entirely up to me, and this time - - it's personal.