Last night, an ancient unrest echoed in a dream, summoning fire balls falling in the night sky, leaving me muddled on a muddy trail. I saw a man confronting fiercely with a few around, but none of the words triggered a thing in me, because I was lost in the midst of the deep, dark and despairing void. It was a dream of alert. It cried for attention to be drawn. It warned me of past love and betrayal. And it wanted no more of the sort. But my friend let me tell you, every trust issue, at its root, is a trust issue towards oneself. Remember? I wished to be torn apart, shredded and erased. Because if live is a maze, courage and pain is what makes everything amazingly real.