Questions?

What happens when all the things you thought were true, you thought were real was nothing but a façade, a lie?

What happens when all your reality comes to a standstill?

What happens when all this while the things you were grateful for, the things which defined who you are, the things which meant the most to you turns out to be just a castle in the air?

What happens when you realize that all this while you were living in a bubble so comfortable that you did not realize how small how enclosed it was and now that its popped you are suddenly faced with the harsh reality that out there is?

What do you do when all that emotions, the energy, the time that you spent on everything is now just of the same value as a stone on the sidewalk?

Where do you go when the walls of your safe space starts caving it, when your home or what you thought was your home vanishes and in a flip of a finger you are rendered homeless?

What would anybody say in a situation like this which once again makes you believe that you had not been living just a mere fucking lie?

How will you ever again trust or even begin to trust that all these efforts all these fucking years still counts to something or they ever even mattered?

Where do you look for directions, for understanding, for courage, for patience to go on?

What happens when the world crumbles down at your feet and you can only do as much as stand and stare? Who do you trust?

The people around you, your friends, your family?

Because how will you ever come to trust anybody else when you cannot even tell who you are, when you cannot even trust yourself and the fact that are YOU any real?

What could you have done differently that would have changed what happened?

Would you have changed anything had you known that this was all a play a lie?

Would you still go back and change the things or would you continue living a lie just because this is so familiar and so comfortable?

How ironic is it that you have a void in your chest and it still feels heavy?

How will you do things now?

What now?

Where from this?

How will you believe in anything now when every belief you had till now has gone to dust in front of you?

Will it all go away if you take a nap?

What happens when you wake up tomorrow?

Will it all vanish and you realize that it was all nothing but a nightmare and you are still safe and still home?

Will you wake up and see that the world you thought was gone is still there the way it was, smiling and flourishing?

Haha! Look at you talking about waking up.

How will you even sleep knowing all you ever knew was nothing?

Where do you think you will go once you close your eyes?

Will your mind not torture you whole night as you try to put yourself out of this pain by sleeping?

Will it not remind you of every fucking instance where the stupid you thought that this is what all there is, where you thought that this is happiness, where you thought that nothing could be more perfect than this, where you though that nothing nothing could go wrong?

Won’t every single passing day of your life be filled with these questions?

Will you ever be able to get yourself up?

Will you ever be able to understand a word called believe again?

Will you ever gather the courage to do it all again?

Will it ever be half as good as it used to be?

Will this misery ever end?

Will you ever be YOU again?