Now Stepford wives too wise to wait Three more days to show their face No- the world's not ready yet To fly on back to vintage sets Take style, market, films, and more But live in now and nothing more Thankful too for what we be Peer further on- unprocessed dreams

ˈtrəst trust (verb) [ ˈtrəst] : to permit to stay or go or to do/not do something without fear or misgiving Okay so this is my first blog type deal, but let's just jump into it. Trust. Well, according to the definition up there, trust is many things. Surmised, I'd say it's the ability to rely on someone without fear, but is that even really a feasible idea? Complete reliance on someone to do, not do, say, not say, think, or not think a certain thing based purely off of your want for them to/not to and their apparent or implied compliance. I mention both apparent and implied because the idea of trust goes hand in hand with the idea of relationships. You have a relationship with everyone you meet. Many of those relationships are almost solely prioritized by the idea of trust and selective trust. Picking a choosing how you trust a person and in what scenario. Though with that being said, it would also be true that in a sense, you trust everyone. Up until you apply the factor of fear. When fear becomes part of the whole equation, trust becomes a matter of what info you choose to release to a person versus how they can use it to hurt you and if you can't find a reason to not trust a person with that info, then I think that is the only true trust. For instance, in most situations for the non-deranged folk, you can trust that by introducing yourself with your name, you are giving your real name and in most situations, no one would use that against you. Okay so this could go on forever. Feel free to make your own posts about trust. It's just a strange concept to me. And of course, you may also decide to just comment how you feel. Until next time-

"-" I always worry When you're out in the night These men who can't keep their hands off despite The harsh cues you give them, The laws are ignored They all ask for more But could never get a clue I just worry for you.

Trials All that shine It bursts through the vines Rigorous tests of our lives over time And it never quits The troubles we writ In the letters of your's and of mine

The Youth Of Our Age Coarse hair pulled back in stringent lines. The man shows great care in the pain he inflicts, Yet she enjoys it all the while. The past wasn't all she hoped for it to be remembered as, Nostalgic waves of abuse, Physical and psychological, Never waver her mind. Whether or not she believes the man when he says that he loves her is debatable and unnecessary at that, Fore she does not even love herself enough to care either way. Scars. But the man continues on. In a flurry of sorts to finish before she comes to her senses or someone of more stable mind intervenes. And as much as you'd hope she was saved, She remains. Ten years later. Scars still show in actions and spread on skin. And the man; The man breaks more girls of the same caliber. Helpless and irrational. The youth of our age.