My thoughts, like grains of sand, spread upon the winds of the cosmos. I extend upon blue sky beaming down in sunlight ray; cool. Clarity seeks to expose self, reflected as it is, from the depths of the bosom. I move to your place and position, seeking to get next to you and become like you, finding occupancies' vacancy.
I withdraw to regression to place the objects and ideas into context. Yet, something is missing. I regress further. Casey is at the bat.
I have not yet received rose colored-petals because it is only just...spring. I await, upon completion, the prettiest my eyes shall see.