We stared at the house for a while . The weird thing about houses is that they almost look like nothing is happening inside of them , even though they contain most of our lives. I wondered if that was sort of point of architecture.We always hide our true feelings when it is most necessary time to be consoled. We hide our loneliness , we hide our dreams in case if i say it out loud , one might think that i am overestimating myself or underestimating myself , we hide sadness , we hide feeling of not belongings like "house" which always look same from the outside like nothing is happening.We hide ourselves inside house -body inside house. From the beginning was it point of GOD to create us like that? i wonder sometimes...Sometimes it is just so strange to look at people like that. "Asking for help might kill your pride but it can't really in real situation since we live once " ...Anyway i don't wanna be that house...