Thinking about other things

I have no chance to explain how I feel. I'm fine, but the feeling of being bound and held back is an unpleasant experience. It is one thing I miss in life; I have pretty much all I want of physiological capacities of organisms, that provide inputs for perception, except one. The artistic and the "human reason" in life is the only thing I can build myself up from, but how can I without the one sense?

I see the moon tonight, think about it. Thinking about other things, the strong feeling is always something I've known. As a song, like a dream. A universe. I can not go deeper into the situation.