Trust is subjective and you can’t give into what you don’t believe.
I don’t think I want to trust that there is more out there than a casual stare into the night as the light of the world goes tumbling down into the causal roads that lead to nowhere.
There was a time that I trusted everything anyone has given me as a sign of peace, but it was only till recently I saw marigolds that bounded color to transfix a gaze that was unwanted.
I used to trust up until that point, but the end is to be made that trust is a distant memory.
Trust is subjective.