The highs are so very high

But now I’m slumped low.

It’s clear that I have distanced myself from reality. I’m a floating observer: present but never fully engaged.

Where I usually live is similar only brighter and more notable. There I feel brimful of possibility.

Now I’m back - there’s the drip dropping of the leaky tap, I wipe the stray hairs from the bath and smell the faint whiff of dog vomit from underneath my bed.

Everything seems tinged grey.