There’s a line that’s been floating around in my mind the past few days—- “We don’t have a lot of time.” It’s run on repeat. Over and over and over again.

And as I fell asleep these words came to me in such force I had to scrabble out of warm blankets to write them down in the late hours of the night.

“If time is space, then I’m going to need entire states to explain my love for you.”