Trust is like trying to catch a spawning salmon in a freshly flowing river.
You catch it! Then all too soon it slips from your tiny grasp.
Whether it’s trusting others or trusting yourself.
Trust never seems to want to last.
Are we blinded by bullsh*t or beauty?
All we need is for someone to flash us a smile that’s toothy,
To fall victim to their captivating conversation?
Are we truly the ones to blame?
Too naive, too gullible and so delay,
The truth from our very selves.
All in hope of keeping the pain at bay?
The Neon Squid 