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PROSA: A Frozen Home

Somewhere can be called home, when someone thinks of us. The best and most important place to go. All the memories we can publish repeatedly there. There was a figure who best understood the situation and the pain. A place on earth like Heaven deserves the happiness of cats, which are housed in shelters.

They are happy because they were chosen to be cared for and feel affection for no reason whatsoever. Indeed they realize, if their lives are inversely proportional to the herd on the black streets. Every night Ibu Sri fish. His eyes lit up as it infiltrated in the dark. Pupils of the eye that imply spoiled sentences to be understood. Unfortunately, few people take it. The sounds of each cold night, the sound of thunder, and the replica of the freezing temperature forced him to mention the pain at the door.

They knew their calling was impossible to heed, but there was indeed no choice. Consciousness is no other creature that thinks, the decision not to seek pity anymore is a choice. The cats in the Milky Way galaxy can all be free. Likes freedom but refuses to accept greatness. Strange and real and acceptable. Like Andi, he had to accept his mother's death scolding again this morning. He forgot to share his affection for his sister. Too busy in the dream business.

Andi was lucky not to be rich. Despite being a business savvy, he still could not buy wealth. His sister was looking forward to that time. Every day Andi fills the emptiness of her heart somewhere other than home. It'll be safe there. Always survived her mother's red criticism. Mental health is everything to Andi. The houses that Andi dreamed of were the homes of the Phirdaus Angels. High-level delusion can be a thousand times often done Andi.

If the people around Andi were asked to be him in a dozen days, there would be a huge number of suicides a month later. Just count if you don't believe. What I hope is that Andi can buy back the space of her plan to feel alive again. The world is like an elderly person, but the mind paper must be wise to fill. That's what I realized from Andi's way of thinking. Stupid and not very smart.

Andi just doesn't know how to be smart and hates cleverness. Surprisingly he was smart to straighten out that hatred. So smooth and well-maintained in there, inside Andi's intelligence plane. Intelligence that grits small corals. Andi realized he was like an unkempt cat on the streets of the country. He always understood that the heart is a thing with a different structure. The arrangement does not require any serum, just cleaned and filtered.

The most advanced and fastest destructive weapon to detect human lies. Heart, this noun causes God to share His hand. He volunteered to collaborate with humans to keep the galaxy alive. Even long before the heart was created, Andi had often dreamed of being embraced by God. It could have spent dozens of hours in the corner of Heaven, then finally deposited fall again into the Earth Milky Way.

When Andi woke up, he again saw loneliness. Maybe he doesn't have to wake up. If considered carefully, Andi is an acute dreamer figure. He has no mother nagging hobbies, a sister lamber, or a small house as a cat shelter. The moon as a satellite is a reflection of Andi when he woke up. There are no people and no legitimate voices.

Andi realized, the nagging mother and fussiness of a sister is something to be grateful for. Because as a child, Andi had no chance to taste the general atmosphere so. He grew up in a living foundation called a parlor. It's big now. Grown-up. He's twenty-five years old. Already have their own home, their own private vehicle, and their own living plot. It no longer depends on the foundation. Andi is helping the foundation. He did not want to move his feet out of town, explore the land, or enjoy the laws of the world.

Houses, among them are tube-shaped but in them convex. The people are in uniform but in it may not care about each other. The intensity of resentment, happiness, anxiety, anxiety, erratic emotions, and freedom can be just as defined. For the quiet and the prayerful, all forms of feeling may be ugly ghosts. They choose to fight with themselves. Everywhere there is always around every corner of the house.

There was only an empty glass. Andi is one of their species. He often forgets to fill up water and glass. Job vacancies in brochures he ignored. Andi is losing her passionate self first. Her tears were dry and steamy. Crying was impossible for him. I would occasionally knock on her door, forcefully beat her arm, and take her for a walk.

Living as an Andi can be easy for some people. But somehow, he chose to freeze. I forgot to tell him first, that life will erode anything that chooses not to move. Life is generally circulating and the big bang theory is still running smoothly. Andi didn't realize that. He is a reflection of thousands of other parts like him.

I gave her some hope, so that all the bad memories of her family in the past could be a spice. Peanut seasoning, kitchen spices, candlenut, garlic, fried onions, shallots, and all of them collaborate into his favorite cooking ingredients. Perhaps his favorite cuisine is the key to Andi's inner healing. I also sometimes suspect, he did not forget how to cook, but did not remember how to create his favorite cooking spices. The reason he is dim, dim, and no longer luminous.

His heart kitchen is out of stock. In the white room it floated banana peels, onion skins, mango peels, and also papayas that forgot to peel. In the evening at the same habit, Andi repeated the same question. Why can't he call anyone? If you and I see his undamaged phone, it's impossible. Strange and silly thing to be the reason there's no way to call. He just doesn't want to keep anyone's number.

Instead, he wished that someone would search his cell phone number without asking for it. The strangest hope ever. Now you get it, right? Andi was neither mentally ill nor mentally exhausted. He just can't win from the crust of his past. The key to his future was left there, in a dead city that was found only by him. The vanity viruses were born and proliferated very much.

Invading the housing that the Andi family once owned. They all eventually disappeared and the country was behind. Andi lost the key called affection. His heart festered and there was no more loving-kindness pill. No human can win from the virus of loneliness. And again Andi woke up from a short sleep earlier. He never had a dead city, only an orphan asking to be appreciated.