Last night, an ancient unrest echoed in a dream, summoning blazing debris falling in the night sky, leaving me muddled on a muddy trail. I saw a man confronting fiercely with a few around him, but none of his words triggered a thing in me, because I was lost in the midst of a deep, dark and despairing maze. 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 hear me out my dear friend, every trust issue, at its root, is a trust issue towards oneself. Remember? In the search of truth, I once dared to be torn apart, to be shredded and erased. Because if live is a maze, courage and pain are what make everything amazingly real.