This world, our life.

Why, out of every conflict, that I have been a witness to, heard about over the news, and read about, that every party involved has lost something. no one that i have noticed seemed to see this, blinded by the range of their sheltered lives and meaningless routines. Every single fucking time, over and over you hear, see, and read of death, man shoots x, murder in x city, x dead in car bombing, x killed in IED explosion, x beheaded in x city, killing, suicide, etcetera, no one ever seems to ever get along, ‘they’ being everyone in the world, well most in the world anyway, there are some kind hearted souls, but the malice and the idea of doing harm still slithers past their fictional dream catcher that everyone hides behind. You know, RIP they shall, because this world is hell sprinkled with vice and nice alike. Some get more nice, some get more vice, yet still too many get fucked over. We all just have to play this stupid game until it's our time. That is why now, whenever someone makes a big deal about, how this certain person gets killed or accidentally offs themselves, I will keep my straight face, and say, who gives a fuck, that shit happens every day. That fellow running for president ‘Koney 2012’, bull shit, that dumb ass Whitney Houston, that Zimmerman fool, the casey anthony winner, seriously? Their have been what seems limitless like them in the past, and there are going to be infinite more like them in the future, sad indefinitly, but you know it to be true. Yet hope is not lost, the idea of it, and how we grasp to it, as i, by the atoms of our nails. This is our instinct to survive at its finest. ~just an observation.