Homeless

Most of us have vision and comfortable homes to go home to, but some of us also don't have homes to go home to even though we still have vision to implement. Therefore, physically the home is exists but often it is only interpreted as a place to stop over, not a house that provides comfort, happiness and warmth. Unfortunately, until now the house has not been found and in the end we become a group of humans who are trapped in a shelter called home just to convince and lie to themselves so that people know that we are fine despite all the pain we are experiencing.

This is not a new story, this is an old story that has never found an answer at the end which ends up just spinning like a cycle of seasons with hot summers, springs where flowers bloom beautifully, sentimental autumns to winters that have their own beauty, the difference is that the seasons have a home that can understand them with all their problems, namely the earth.

Meanwhile, humans are like variables that are abstract and scattered unevenly, some have homes, some are still stuck in shelters with all the wounds, pressure, pain and masks that keep appearing as a coping mechanism in a state of survival. Finally, after we grapple with the analogy, the considerations regarding the right location for the house, the results obtained are still the same as homeless because the home has not yet shown itself.

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