Epiphany Three o'clock in the morning. You don't even know why you're still awake. And suddenly, deep inside, something, triggered a few days ago, pushes the carefully installed dominos of your personality. One by one they fall, and wave by wave you realize what you had hidden from yourself for such a long time. You know why you fight so much. All is suddenly crystal clear. It's because you've lost faith; because never have you meant to people what they meant to you; because if you don't fight, you are deserted, the only way you know to interact with people is to provoke, trap and imprison them. Ouch. Because you've been teaching yourself for years to fuel your wrath with deceptions and heartbreaks. Ouch. Because even when you say you love people, you're lying. Because you've taught yourself not to love them. Oh holy god. You are the loneliest person you've ever met. Oh shit. And you realize this only now. How stupid were you to blame others, how dare you accuse them of creating this ... Thing, when you've sculpted it with your own hands in years ? Oh shit. "What have you triggered in me ? It's killing me to see myself as I am." You send a message to the New Sunlight. And in some sick kind of way, you discover the monster that's been dwelling inside for years, and for the first time, you and It are not quite the same. And your breaths are somehow easier take.