What
is
this
bastion
of
which
we
call
trust?
A
mere
five
letters
that
give
credence
echoing
sounds
of
purity
and
hope.
What
is
trust?
Can
it
be
signed
and
sealed,
put
away
for
safe
keeping
and
stored
in
a
box
named
sincerity?
Or
be
watered
like
a
plant
free
and
pure.
Is
it
a
state
of
wanting,
a
wanting
to
keep
some
quality
between
persons?
Individuals asking
for equal premises of
each other's love. A measure
of truth that amour's ones self
from those external battles which
rage out there screwing essence and
ultimate desire, maybe not. Could trust
be an act of mutual faithfulness to protect loves
vulnerable space - the pains and pangs of biting simulation
that invades. A commitment which shows respect of an other,
giving a sign of security, sense of belonging. Declaring verity and
factual familiarity. Reliance, confidence and justice offered as a gift,
fresh and unspoiled by outsiders motives - could all this be trust? How long
can this consolation last and does one really trust another to fulfill such dreamlike
qualities? Integrity has a low price. It can whither and fade as fast as the day ends, once
assimilated and dissected by lost id's, un-centered and easily convinced by lust. And what is
the real price as time moves on, and who pays for hurt that one leaves behind? At what cost has
a sincere smile been lost?Do tears matter when obliterated through circumstance? Challenged by fates
untiring interference, we Succumb kicked and bruised. How lost we are without trust, yet it quakes and crumbles
under the pressure
of whimsical
trivialities............................................................................................
Exposed




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