Sunday Scribbling prompt: Trust

Excerpt from my art house sketchbook (see my blog for more images and details)

Trust is the battleground to an epic war that is never won.
In the end the sole soldier standing is me. I can only trust who I am, what kind of human I am in this flux-filled simmering world and sometimes...since my manimal heart reminds me reason doesn't automatically stand to beat the impulse of my nature...I can't even trust that. Is it morality that guides us or law, permissions, fashion and popularity? Trust is a step, that as I climb, might one day not be there - its a bud that upon neglect might one day be curled onto itself with rot...but out of noble-rot comes the sweetest wine. Perhaps trust is the ultimate weapon against my daily fool.