so fast i didnt even see it go.

so my ma always told me that there are two types of love out there, there’s the steady breeze and the hurricane, a breeze is slow and patient, it fills the ails of the boats in the harbour and lifts the laundry on the line, it cools you on a hot summers day, brings the leaves of fall like clockwork every year. you can count on a breeze, steady and safe and true.
but there’s nothing steady about a hurricane it rips through town, sending the ocean foaming up the sore. Tearing down trees and power lines and anything or anyone dumb or fucked up enough to stand in its path. sure its a thrill like nothing you’ve ever known, your pulse kicks your body shakes, your called to it like a spirit possessed, its wild and breathless and all consuming. she says you run when you see a hurricane you lock your doors and bar your windows because come one morning there’ll be nothing but a wreckage left behind.
the ting is though is that I’ve found my hurricane, but how do I stay on my feed? how do I not get tarred down?