trust

Honesty

I am always scared of honesty.

I am suspicious of the hidden intentions.

Underneath sweet words,

there are often sharp traps vying for blood.

Under the right circumstances,

it went a long way to take a leap of faith.

These are the instances

when even if I fall crashing down

I would feel alright for having put a faith in it.

For these moments, I stay steadfast ready.

7.25.2025

Out of repetitiveness, seasons of waves and turbulences,

a sense of trust builds upon yourself —

like a faithful cast iron pan you’ve used over the years —

beyond the appearance, the comfort, the reputation,

a certain kind of allegiance, loyalty, and trust builds on.

Without wishing for anything in return.

But, remember to keep your head down,

Check yourself with impartiality like a cold thin knife blade;

many have already gone through the grind,

and those who know maintain their silence like a cloak.

5.3.2025