Wretched, twisted, hacking and heaving
Swirling in lumens where darkness is left behind.
Unbidden cometh the sun and a new day to my door, even though they are both beautiful.
Wiping spittle from my lips and lifting myself away from the porcelain god that held me in such thrall, I go to greet said day.
But first, I reckon I'll go back to the origins of my ill-fated adventures, and make a different choice.