Functional Low

I’ve been down. The meds keep me functioning. I suppose that’s something. There’s magic in performing well when your insides are tattered. Black magic. Time to herald new drugs, more drugs. I’m halfway there. The glass half empty half. I’ve been wanting to write, but I have nothing to say. I sit and think longingly of dear friends. Those I’ve left behind. I ignore their calls. I have nothing to say.