If I could have one wish I would wish for the day I can wake up and ask you "What's new?" and you could answer "Peace."

But that will never be.

There's no point in any of it. So we keep hoping and I can't help wondering what for.

More die everyday for nothing. The cause has been forgotten and there wasn't really a cause in the first place except for religious zealotry and the false pretense of God.

But this is humanity. We thrive on what's marketable and peace most certainly doesn't sell.

There's nothing to say. I just sat here for five minutes and thought of nothing to say.

All is fair is fair in love and war, right? So what happened to the love? Did it die? Most likely it was a lie. There is no love and never was.

But we keep hoping. There's nothing else to do but fight, is there? And I don't want to fight.

Are they dying for the fight or the love or the hope? Are they dying for anything? Some bastard's pet enterprise? An exploitation of the young as always for the old's forgotten quarrels?

My favorite part is how we look the same. We all look the same. I can't tell one from the other and that should tell us all something: there is no difference except what we imagine.

For once what is real is caused by what's imagined and I'd rather not imagine. I'd rather not dream. I'd rather live and save than live and die. But humanity is its own carcinogen and the disease has spread everywhere.

Now, it's only a matter of time.