There are some truths that are more easily heard from a shadow sister in a dream. Or from a stranger over a glass of champagne in front of the fire at a chateau. Or from a ladybug meandering on the organza that covers the night table in the bedroom at the chateau.
Truths we want to believe, long to believe, even manage briefly to believe when we stop dragging around the past or reaching for the future.
Truths made of soft steel that warm you even as you feel their cold.
Truths, once heard, that change everything, forever. For good.
What's true for you?