I made a plane out of stone.
I always did like staying home.
I wouldn’t mind staying home for a while. Sit with no schedule. Place with no intentions. Take with no caution. A place to set my toothbrush.
These days, there is a constant dwindling feeling of fatigue. Entertainer in me has left. I want to be in peace and be without a map. It is not that I am fed up of travelling, but I am counting down the days. Even counting down the days until Milan.