Don't worry about what you're writing or whether it's good or even whether it makes sense.

It's as though the words are trapped, buried under past fears, past lives, like fossils compressed under layers of dirt.

Running is a mental sport, more than anything else. You're only as good as your training, and your training is only as good as your thinking.

I didn't realize then what a privilege that was: to be bored with your best friend; to have time to waste.

So many things become beautiful when you really look.

Raven has lost deeply, again and again, and she, too, has buried herself. There are pieces of her scattered all over. Her heart is nestled next to a small set of bones buried beside a frozen river, which will emerge with the spring thaw, a skeleton ship rising out of the water”.

The flip side of freedom is this: When you're completely free, you're also completely on your own.