Bits and pieces

Am tired. But there's a kind of beauty in it all, when I'm looking at things from a third person's point of view. The haze is kind of pretty. Blurs you a bit, sure, but it's still pretty, in a warped sense.
So many things happening around the world, and I'm talking rubbish.

I still don't understand why would some Americans, people in general, want to bomb their own country. For goodness sake, they grew up there. Can they bear to see their people die? Just don't understand.