Sometimes, I wonder if all of these experiences are nothing but, dreams, bad and good trips, a set of illusions and delusions and hallucinations.
And soon, soon it'll end and I'll realise that everything I loved and lived for, were just figments of my imagination.
How heartbreaking and eye-opening it would be to realise that all the things which almost killed me, all the ghosts which didn't let me live, all the moments of melancholy and mourning were nothing but, just the creativity of my own!
Places which calmed my soul, people who felt like home, lovers who left me mid-way and emotions which consumed all my days, what if everything was a farce?
What if the terrible downfall of my being, the ambiguity of situations and the constant existence of chaos in my life were never real?
What if all the pain, suffering and wounds were imaginary and existed only inside my head?
What if the questions and as well as the answers were lying unconsciously, unacknowledged in the corners of my conscience and I never had the time to untangle them?
I really don't know which version of reality I'm living and in how many ways it's similar to others but, I guess, it's all about how we live in our heads. It's all about how we construct our reality, it's just our perception.
Also, whosoever said that we become what we think, was absolutely right. - a.r. •
Captured by - @akshaykapoooor 🌸