I call it a “haze.” Yes, it is like living in this hazy atmosphere in which you remain unsure of what is real. It is sort of like waking from a nightmare, only you are unsure if you are still dreaming or if you are, awake. When you live in that haze for years and fight the monsters that slip up in the mist, you eventually get tired. You eventually succumb to defeat. You reach a point in which you just want to lie down in the mist and let the monsters take you away. You only want the pain to end. You fashion a white flag from a worn shirt and yell, “I surrender.” Only then, can you embrace Loneliness and really sleep. And just maybe Loneliness will make love to you one last time and you can sleep forever.