Caught up in the violent storm; monsoon, typhoon.
Battered, bruised,
But that tailwind’s pushing you.
Onwards, Upwards,
So damn far to fall, the ground holds out an arm
Catch you, hold you, love you.
Caress patterns into your knees, mark you for life.
Soul-lifting sun extinguished in a downpour.
Fuck him. Fuck them.
Live.
.
Experience counts for everything.
Party hard and forget it all in the morning.
Do it all, Try it all.
And bask in this moment.
The next one kills you.
Holly Writes 