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 […]