My dog’s big brown eyes staring up at me as I tell him I love him.
Truth is getting lost in a song I can feel.
Stories are true.
Stories are truth even if they’re wrapped up in some lies.
Make believe. Fairy tales for the soul. Grotesque and painful but beautiful and pure. Painful dredges through the muck so you can build a home and lay on the living room floor like a child again, safe, comfortable, content, and happy to just be there.
Truth is the stories we tell.
The stories we get lost in. The stories we survive inside.
The ones that break us. The ones that build us.
The ones that allow us to find the ugliness behind the bright lights. The beauty in the deepest holes filled with the heaviest atmosphere.
Truth is getting lost and finding yourself.
Truth is truth.
It can be hidden, denied, disguised, discarded.
But truth can never be broken.
This is post #3 in Rara’s #Somethingist challenge. For my original post (which explains things), click here. And then join the challenge!