I stare into snow globes, stacked around my bed, like a circle of salt. Few minutes to midnight, I’ve always been running out of time, but it never felt so final, and I never wanted to slow down before, because the world barely moves, but I feel myself being pulled to places I know I’ll…

Lighthouse looking down, eyes glowing, as the ocean sways. Young love is far beyond the waves, sprouting from the sand, blooming on beige, skies that seem to go on forever, as hands meet for the first time, futures form, love begins, flowing out to sea.