Here, yet somewhere else at the same time

Hearing, but not listening

Seeing, but not looking

Feeling, yet not feeling

Searching, but not knowing what I am searching for

Breathing, but not living

Wanting to reach out to the bright world outside

Yet jailed by my own uncertainty

Understood, but still confused

Wanting to know, but held back by fear

Still praying, though all hope has given up on me

Warm on the skin, yet cold inside

Silent, but wanting to scream

Smiling, but crying within

Whole, yet broken inside

Thinking, but has lost all logical thoughts

Are we all the same?

Or am I the only one who feels the nuances of this universe?

Of this life?