It's fine really

I’ll need reservations when I start telling my story –

I’ll need a group of people sitting in the dark eating pop-corn and sipping cola being glued to the projector screen, I’ll need my calls answered by my manager and PA, I’ll need a ton of people who are concerned about my health more than myself because that’s where their bread comes from, I’ll need adequate supplies of coffee and a heart surgeon, an auspicious place to hide my head in order to generate more ideas and I’ll need a perfect nail for my coffin, preferably the nails used to backstab me.

I’ve buried myself deep inside my own thoughts and lately that’s a place I’ve called home instead of booking places where our presence are weighed by the rand.

Trying to meditate and blocking all negativity...