War and Peace

My sword ready to pierce through his chest,

He winced, "Before you put me to rest,

tell me why we're bent on killing and dying.

No one needs this unnecessary bloodshed,

Isn't this God's will that we are defying?

I slowly twisted my blade, bubbling

with silent rage, I whispered,

" Those whom you fight for,

slaughtered my kin,

Now I do the same to theirs ... "

A painful smile painted his face as he said,

"You are naive to think only you feel for your dead.

I have suffered the loss of loved ones too,

Carried the burden of those shattered bonds,

I've felt that unconditional contempt I now see in you.

But this festival of hate cannot go on forever,

Someday men will truly understand each other,

I do not know the answer to when and how,

But I dream of peace and I have faith in a future,

Void of the unending hurt, these sinister wars allow."

"Amen, to your dreams...", I said,

And let the steel pierce through his heart,

Another soul set free,

from this pathetic world full,

of hollow words and selfish thoughts.

"Peace is nothing but the calm before the next war,

Vengeance will always give men a reason to kill for,

How can we make sense of another man's pain,

when we're blinded by our own misery and hurt,

Leaving us slaves to an irrational cycle of rage and disdain."

825

Today I emptied my room ... 825 - My RA locked the door, and i gave her the key... never to return to that place ever again. I couldn't believe it for a while. Just not being able to go back to my tiny room, was a little hard to make myself believe.

Two years ago, I walked into McCollum Hall, this giant dorm at KU with 3 wings ( what dorm has 3 wings ... ). I was in a totally new country, among people that talked different talked different and behaved different. I walked into my room, 825 written in big bold letters. It was a small room, with the bare necessities for a dorm room. I was 12000 miles away from home, but this room it felt ... nice.

Past 2 years, have been so great. I have had happy and sad moments. I made wonderful friend, most of them who i will keep for a lifetime. I have so many moments with them .. in the 8th Floor lobby .. like when I jumped in a pile of newspaper ... or when we discussed the past tense of jizz being jazz .. or when I laughed so much i cried .. or when we discussed about life and tits and poop and life again ...

No matter what kind of a day I had - sad, awesome or tiresome ... I could return back to 825 .. to the comfort of my bed ... and .. just ... feel better. It was my home. Its where I always wanted to go back to(here in the US). I spent very precious two years of my life there. My room, Luke's room, Zac's room ... the 8th floor lobby ... lot of memories.

I kissed the door when i left. I legitimately loved that room. I feel empty inside. I hate change.