The fireworks are irrational, cacophonous rainbows in the bleak night of my heart.
The muscle we romanticize becomes an extrovert, a specialist in experimental sonics capable of bringing the whole to a halt.
Then the fogging of the mind's eye, an inability to escape from the impression of you splashed in watercolour on my blank canvas.
The ordinary becomes ordinary, the important not so, the mundane merely boring compared to the everything I see in you.
My life once ordered now thrown askew by your simply indefinable but inescapable you.
The final piece of an unmentioned puzzle I hadn't considered, my life now alive, filled with magnificent truth
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