The tortoise simply isn’t born with the same leg-up as the hare. Where the hare can easily leap 5 feet in one stride, the tortoise struggles with all it has to make it 5 inches.

Each branch, each rock, each ditch that gets in the way, the tortoise painstakingly makes its way around, so careful not to trip or fall or lose it’s place. The course they’ve set up has a lot of those obstacles— challeng...

Her name is Rose. She’s quite the romantic, and wears her heart on her sleeve. It shows in different ways, in a rainbow of different colors, but most often, when she’s feeling that itch of desire seeping into her roots and making her feel fit to bloom, when she can’t contain the love that swirls in her chest, she’s red and bold and bursting with passion. But she’s not one for everyday expressions ...

I’m ready to leave you behind.

That’s a lie. I’m not ready. I won’t ever be ready unless I force myself. And it’s less of a wanting to leave than a need.

And I love you but I hate you. I hate you so much and I hate that I love you and I hate that I need you and I hate that I really need to learn how to not need you.

You’re the only thing that keeps my mind quiet, that silences the racing thou...

The thing they don’t often tell you about seeing into the future is that it doesn’t typically revolve around your own. It’s brushing up against someone with their bag slung high on their shoulder and their steps shuffled fast and knowing that they’re going to miss their train, and the important meeting that follows, and feeling a simultaneous rush of sympathy and futility. It’s feeling the vibrati...

It’s hard to write about finding your way when you haven’t found your way yet. But I guess it’s like… when you’re in the grocery store, any you’re trying to be healthier, or make better choices, and go a little further then your comfortable generic meat-cheese-eggs-bread haul. So you’re loading up your basket with foods you have tried, and you like but you’re worried you might not be able to finis...