some people in this house try to convince me that I live the best life ever and that everything that happens in my life is no accident …

what about my inner vagabond, that makes me unhappy with my life, here is more than a diagnosis, here is my past life story that I treasure and it kept me haunted all my life in a house …

yes, from the perspective of a foreigner, I live a life that others can envy, but no food, shelter, or other commodities can get over my inner self.

how to tame that inner vagabond, even if I am not locked in prison, my life looks like a prison that is guarding me against myself, I envy people who have houses where they can come and feel welcomed and own…