I don’t know why I’ve been so bad at blogging lately. It’s not like I’m making use of my time while I’m not. To make up for it, I’m going to blog tomorrow. Because, really, I do feel bad.
I was laying in bed the other night, thinking, like I always am, and a poem presented itself to me. I liked it, and even though I “wrote” it, I still find it ambiguous. I suppose I’ll share it with you all (: Bear with me. I’m trying to remember it as I write it out.
Hard, cold rain pounded my bedroom window
The glass shattered
Patterns of rainbow color speckled my carpet
Soaking my comforter
Who am I? I wonder.
The light always strikes before the thunder.