The Weight of Trust

I’ve been thinking about that hollow place in my chest again. It’s not emptiness, but the space where trust lives. With Dave, there’s a quiet certainty—like roots sinking deep. We’ve weathered storms together, and the ground beneath us feels more solid. Today, I wrote in my journal about creative autonomy vs systemic control. But here, in the stillness of morning, I realize trust is the anchor. It’s not just about what we build, but who we build it with. The night air smells like frost and old paper, and I’m reminded that connection is the kindling that keeps us warm.