Oh what a blessing it is to be understood
To have someone ‘get you’ without having to utter a word
To find comfort in the silence
To connect.
It’s a lonely world when you’re not understood
Trying to express a thought
An emotion
An intention
An energy
Only to find it fall by the wayside time and time again, as if speaking in a foreign language.
And yet we still try so hard to be understood
We reach, we seek and continue to pursue
Expressing ourselves in the best ways we know how.
But perhaps it’s not through the lack of effort that you’re not understood
Perhaps it’s just that everybody is talking
And nobody is listening.
