Seek not to be understood, but first to understand.

I was finding myself,

and you happened to be there,

you had found yourself lost too,

alone,

probably scared.

We played games to pass the time,

you were still yours,

and i was still mine,

we hopped around on a balance beam of sorts,

a very questionable, 

very thin, 

very fine,

line,

like the one that separates the two sides of coin,

or a dime.

We then had the audacity to be surprised,

 when someone fell,

faster than expected,

 deep into that well,

while the other stood there getting ready to jump,

just trying to gather enough saliva to swallow that lump.

They'll never know our true story,

it'll always be between you and me,

they'll never know what it felt like,

that moment you and me became we.

You see i find myself thinking
doggy paddling through my issues
whilst i'm sinking,
trying to stay objective,
but it's tricky
when the puzzle pieces are still prickly.
trying to piece it all together,
delicately.

Don't mistake me,

the good outweighs the bad.

I think the only time i really understood that,

was when i had to change "have" to had,

"seek not to be understood, but first to understand"

and in turn,

its just a reflection,

i'm actually quite glad,

that it happened,

that it lasted and,

that it didn't quite go as planned.

I'm not even going to try and deny it,
my inspiration is you,
every time i block my own progress,
i think to myself :
"what would you have told me to do?"
and the reply is always the same,
even in the way you start firmly using my name,

"Shoni,

this is life,

you can't just quit, 

it's not a game.".