Things in the garrison

If only my eyes could recognize the serenity of her smile. Then darkness might detour the depths of my heart. Would love then relegate these monsters into the fathoms of old memories and subtle scars?

In the vast tracts of a wanton glance we construct empires. Monoliths of opaque dreams and elusive emotions. To be worshiped. To be given sacrifice. we kneel before it with the hope it will shepherd us forth into some greater misunderstanding.

So here in the unrelenting depths of a human soul the adventurous and the lost seek out some unknown treasure. Heroes and hooligans wander catacombs buried deep beneath everyday thought.

Such are the spirits cast by an absent gesture. Phantoms to populate subconscious kingdoms. Denizens of a world that always is but can never be. All of it neatly hidden in the hearts and minds of the lonely.