Beaten and elated real and plastic hearts, whimpering thorny red roses, torn candy wrappers, stuffed joyful toys and somewhere everywhere for every contented valentine there are solos dealing with a cloudiness of solitaire sadness or not. This is the aftermath of valentines day. For me? It was just another day, I was not cynical or sad, in fact I smilingly wished a happy valentines day to everyone out of consideration. While not forgetting its a day of 'friends of lovers' I thanked God for the beautiful friends and family I love, and who love me. So today, in the lack lustre of valentines rubbish allover London town i'm content with the ones who have, do and continue to love me totally despite my thorns, roots and soil. And now I'm considering how love can be imitated even in gifts and gestures, a pseudo or meantime type of love where the ones who love your rose may never love your thorns also...that my friend is a metaphor to consider. I've learnt that love is mostly felt and sometimes said not the other way - and it's a worrying sign if it is. Amazing, this is what I'm considering while designing or doodling rather (see above). hmm. Where was I? Yes, besides, I'd rather celebrate nothing if I did not have total love to celebrate at all. I deserve it. So for the hugs and tilted empathetic heads that patronisingly reacted to 'I'm not doing anything for valentines day' your efforts were wasted on me and many a contented singleton, instead consider the love you've just celebrated it may not offer you the love and longevity you deserve. To think is a very rewarding thing you know.