The Problem of Peace.

"All I want is peace," his soul laments. The peace he wants is within his family. His only want was love and peace between them. A happy family was what he believed was his savior. His family was his God. As war broke out, he fell onto his knees. He put his face to the mud to deafen his lamentation. He desires to breath in the mud. Let it fill his lungs, let it release him from this war. However he chokes and coughs out the wet dirt. He return inside his "home". His cleans his face and heads to the dinner where his family sits, awkwardly facing each other. He feels the cold stares. Mental daggers being thrown across the table. He picks up his spoon and shovels his food into his mouth. As he dines, he dreams of a life where he explores the world, making friends from around the world. "If only..." He thinks to himself.