Tonight's adventure involved thirty minutes of dry heaves followed by a long shower. I stood there and let the water fall on me until it had turned cold. I wish I could say that I felt better for it, but aside from a few moments' contemplation over the way that water felt as it streamed along my downturned face, the experience left me feeling as hollow and as sick as I had before.
My mind can work at speeds that can be a little disorienting, especially when Mr. Dark comes to play. There's just too much, and the insistence (mine or his... what does it matter?) is that it all be pieced together now. How does one begin to describe the intricate, interwoven patterns when even the smallest element has not been comprehended.