Fallacy.

Fallacy! Fallacy!

This daydreaming of warm eyes and fog laden streets is a fallacy.

No one will care to tell you when you step out of home,

That home is where yearning and contentment dines together, and not where doors are closed shut at the sound of agony and despair.

No one tells you to bask in the glory of winter because it’s in the summer that birds prosper better, and chirp in the glory of the mighty Sun, delightful yet dismal

Fallacy! Fallacy!

Birds of whimsical sorrows and joys are profoundly driven to the vintage burrows, undeniably warm and comforting in the callous swallowing winter winds by the night,

In those drowning moments, the caressing warmth o’er the moonlit façade of familiar cocoons fills one with empathy for the ravenous darkness, where desires, dreams and destinies hurled at with silent cries and loud whims, piled neatly under the ever growing want of  complete, a circle, a life, a point in Time where everything is myth,and everything else- reality

This wanderlust of wallowing desires and forsaken adventures for which you’d betray destiny,

Destiny is a fallacy.