With war on your heels and wild in your hair, you are more beautiful than you ever were as the docile daughter of a king and the obedient wife of another. In running, you have embraced the half God in your veins. Freedom becomes you. Nikita Gill, Paris To Helen As They Sail To Troy …

And it’s funny how we tiptoe around what’s important, and we accept that half of what we want to say remains unspoken because we convince ourselves it’s better this way. Easier. Safer. Because if we took the next step, things would likely crash and burn and we’re so scared of seeing everything we’ve fought for …