still here

I am present, but not here

I see, but am not aware

I feel, but do not experience

I hear, but do not comprehend

I speak, but do not convey a point

I move, but never to far

I want, but do not desire

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So I will pray for the fog to lift so I can participate in all the joys (& sorrows) that are just outside my reach.