Chapter 517, 518, 519, 520 & 521: Lazy Sunday

Happy Sunday!

So I’m officially on Spring Break, for the next week! 

To celebrate, I’d thought I would share another poem, since the first one seemed to be enjoyed. 


Have an awesome day!



They say that the odds of being struck are 1 in 3000


           But that number isn’t reassuring, despite the rarity


                     It strikes without warning, without grace


                                Yet we just accept it,

 we just let it happen to us,


 Without knowing why, it gives us a glimpse of what we could become


We wait for the day we become ash, for that single


               Flash of blinding light before darkness


                           But the question is


                                Where do we go?


Only the lightning knows