Refuge

Life disappoints. Art modeling is there. A man breaks my heart. Art modeling is there. Expectations fall short. Art modeling is still there. Life is complicated. Art modeling is not.

I can’t change another person’s mind. I can’t alter the past or be someone other than my true self. I can’t deceive or manipulate or make demands. I am resigned to the reality that I am susceptible. I can’t don protective armor and shield my hopeful heart from pain. I don’t possess the mechanism. All I can do, when the tribulation arrives, is seek sanctuary. Sweet, sweet sanctuary.

Woes, letdowns, and defeats will come. But I can still do this:

Claudia Plus Red by Jean Marcellino: