A steady daily routine, rarely broken.
My life was dull before. An unending repetition.
Colors were present, but they were dulled and decayed.
I could sense my sense, but I couldn't make sense of my senses.
It was all a gray blur.

A steady daily routine, broken.
I see you and my life finally lives up to its name. I finally have life.
Colors are still present, but this time its a present just to see your colors.
You hug my arm and my senses flare. I don't want to make sense.
I just want to be with you.