Gloomy Reflection

Everyday I walk through my life with a million thoughts left unsaid. With no one there to open them, endless conversations are constantly kept behind closed doors. Words are my solace. They are the release of pent up energy and emotions my body seems to continuously create. The let down in the blank stare back at me that always follows an uproar of excitement over a subject is crushing. The idle two word response slams against my gut, completely rushing the breath out of my lungs. Each repetition of the same occurrence chips away a piece of my heart. Every single one way conversation creating an abyss where my soul used to be. Moving through life waiting for that one mind that will be able to match me word for word. Where conversations are brought to an end by excessive exhaustion. One that will have matching responses during discussions. Who believes strongly in the words they preach and has the passion to discuss them freely. Everyday when a new thought wants to escape my lips, I wish them into existence, while holding pieces of myself together as the wind of disappointment attempts to rush them away.