A two-way street. Hands to help, hands to receive help.

I don't know who to turn to.
I don't know how.
I don't know.

What is trust?
Est-ce que ça existe hors de notre reconnaissance?
Is it the bond that forms through enough time spent together
through enough shared experiences, commonalities
Does it build off the length of long, deep conversations
over sitting with one another, pondering the state of some remarkable thought, belief, idea, fact.
Does it supersede and transcend motion, mistakes, distance, flaws and insecurities?
Does it allow us to overlook the things that would make two strangers decide against talking to each other.
Or is it an idea?
Something to keep our conscience busy with every encounter we make.
A pleasant presence to complement relationships.
To validate our vulnerability, if only for a moment.
Until perhaps we build up the gumption to stand, take and hold for ourselves,
(after some event that provided a transparent enough reason)
How is nurtured?
Through love?
Compassion or sympathy?
...PATIENCE? (how mundane)
It would make so much sense for it to simply be an evolved survival trait, gift of natural selection.
But even then, that wouldn't help me now would it?
Even survival, the sheer act of challenging and succeeding over death is not a goal now,
with status updates, and casual snapchats, and beautifully filtered photos.
No, survival is an option and sometimes, a gift; a miracle.
So what is it?
who is it for, and with whom does it stay?
How is this owner found, and returned to when this trust lost?
For one, I believe it does belong between those bound for better or for worse in all the length of life.
In that bond, it stays. That's its home.
In the meantime though, as matrimony is yet to come

... trust? who how? why not?

PLEASE don't tell me it's a leap of faith.
Not everyone is strong enough to jump. Not everyone can jump. Not everyone even wants to jump.
But jumping is precisely what must be done. By everyone.