A Mere Reflection

It is always a weird feeling to have been holding back for so long--keeping in what your heart was sobbing to let loose over so many uncounted moments--and to finally find the courage to let yourself give form to the words, only spoken by your heart to your mind, only to find, when you look around yourself, there is no one to hear them. They are quickly shoved back to their former hiding place to twist about a little longer. You thought you saw that sweet familiar face, yet have since decided it was only a wistful refection in your own glassy eyes.