Infected

Trust is a little word with a big heart. It is fragile. It can be damaged. My trust is not blind although for some it can be. My trust has been infected with parasites and there is no immediate remedy. The wheel turns. Let it turn. Let it turn but not on me! I feel the lies eat their way through my blood and into the fabric that becomes my skin. My skin holding it all together. Not such a thick skin. There is always a time, a moment, when life shifts and shunts into another gear. This time is now. We are travelling uphill slowly and the top is far from sight, too far to believe it is within reaching, too far to travel today. Trust without which we are nothing. Without which we are dying. Trust, without which we we are not.

"liberate yourself from the web of deceit

the spider wants to make believe you are a fly."

~Fetish~