Trust.
Do you trust me?
I trust you.
Lies. White lies. But truth is imperfect. It has shades and degrees. Shadows as well as light flash in its faceted front.
But I know you do not truly seek the truth. But simply affirmation of what you already believe. I give you that.
In the end, I am simply a reflection.
Do I trust you?
Do you trust yourself?
Do you trust me? A simple phrase but carries lot of gravity. Its true when you say we all need an affirmation to what we already believe but again there is always a special person who we can always trust with our eyes closed.
I guess I should trust that is true?
I believe there are different levels of trust. I’m not sure I have reached that zenith, however.