Worry looks back, Hope looks forward, but Faith always looks up.
Some want to be owned, and some want to be saved. Only some want to exist in the glow of contentment.
What you see when you find yourself is what will help youor destroy you.
But it was fantasy, and she knew it. It was her fantasy, and the fantasy of everyone else who would look at her and at her pictures; and it would stop being real the moment the man with the camera stopped clicking.
Even in the darkness of the closed box she felt trapped inside, she could see light shining in through tiny holes on the lid. They were like the stars beckoning her towards a place where all would be simple... Away from the shadows, away from the darkness.