I imagined
   the end
        would be much worse
After a peace treaty
    muttered through clenched teeth
        the horrors would be revealed
And the carnage
    the dead
        the dead heaped hopelessly
            carelessly
                strewn in every place unimaginable
And the wounds of the wounded
        bleeding profusely
            gushing violent red
        festering foul-smelling yellow-orange pus
    wounds, that even when healed
            still ache
But this
        this
            this is manageable
A bullet straight through the chest
        clean
            sharp
                precise
                    shot by a professional
    so there is only one casualty
Only one heart impaired
Somehow this
        is better
An assassination before the war begins
And all hell breaks loose

there are not words
             to define or describe
the intricacies of a human Soul

a Soul does not
   converse with words
                but with
passion
         raw
              perfect
                     inexhaustible

words are a facade
             tenuous
                          nothing

the only conversation
         occurs
between souls

and words
     are simply there
                     to fill the gap
                                
                                          that awkward silence
                                          
                                                       the crushing oblivion of forever
when all passion is gone

If life is a highway
    then I'm afraid
the only people I've met are hitchhikers
   waiting on the side of the road
       for a ride
           to anywhere really
I stop
    because I could use the company
and also
        I'll get to use the carpool lane
Some passengers come and go
    without much effort on either part
the only thing they leave behind is a slight stench
But then
            there are the few
    who insist on driving
and take roads
    to places
            I never thought to imagine
they set up permanent residence
   and I am
helpless
in the passenger seat
        but as it happens
            with hitchhikers
they merely want a ride
to that better place they're going
    and I
        am just
the transportation.