I see color but with low saturation

If only I had back that sensation


I cant remember the last time anything looked vibrant.

the world seemed so loud, now there's only silence.


The grass is a faded green

and im a walking machine.


the sky's grey hangs over this world

so I remain tightly furled,


i put my hand in the grass.

then a thought allowed everything to become glass.


its not always about seeing.

i feel what the colors weren't revealing.


the texture of the clouds are soft and comforting. 

the feel of the ground beneath me is trusting. 


i see smiles that brings heat

i hear the birds sing a tweet


and the music that makes me melt like butter.

but deep down ill always miss the colors....