1 Affirmations

It's Sunday morning, the sun shines brightly opening it's yellow coloured ray's to Earth's inhibitants, my Ferrari looks nice and the house is just as it should as it's always been in my imaginations - a spacious mansion running into millions of dollars, catching the eye of anyone in view, unspeakably spectacular, glittering white with my paino in that room where nothing else existed. Just me and my music.

The sad comforting music of a heart stabbed, a heart mended and a heart stonger... Kosi... Kosi! Kosisochukwu!! Ma! (Darn it! It's Sunday) .