Running

[Kaya]

I wrote this poem in my living room last night.

My head it feels of aspirin and brandy
My legs quivers with anticipation of running
This is my life

A hole so black, so empty, so emptishly black.
It nags, it tugs, it pushes, it is.
I feel it, as if a storm is coming but it doesn't reach.
I am the weatherman.

And I am running a marathon of chocolate
so silky and creamy it feels like the weather.
Vanilla sky....I hated that movie.



Its probably one of my best. Hope for some critique...