Self-Ashtualisation

White hearts congregate like birds sitting snug on multiple, multiplied family trees. Feathers melted from milk chocolates, malted, those beauties perch on top a wedding cake, specially made for singles like me. The hearts are browned through the whites of my eyes, caramelised, fragranced with the aroma of French rose tea, befriending my every sense with the sweetness of waterfalls.   I am reborn every day, a foreigner in the floral-speaking country called Friendship, learning, without burning, its every tradition and myth, myself dragonised with each new word and phrase earned. Face turned unphased, I let every raindrop grow into my heart’s frosting, returning to the homecoming and upcoming parties that are my chosen family trees.   The butterflies in my stomach, wings fluttering, never fly away. Look here they are to stay! Inside I am freshened by their frientastical sprinkling of fairy dust. All I need to stay sweet, lit and booked up,

   ‘OK… Wow… What has happened to me,’ the mental echo I will be hearing as I write this and long, long after the completion of this reflection is inevitable. I just have to accept it as well as the fact that whilst I am still me through and through, I have definitely evolved for better or worse, though hopefully the former – one is never the best judge of oneself indeed. The past two days have been both overwhelming and thrilling – more perhaps the latter than the former, for my horizons are once more expanded beyond my wildest beliefs. Yes, as the title of this post has suggested, I have made over fifty new writer and reader friends in just two days – friends with whom I’ve had stimulating virtual conversations on two of my favourite pastimes, reading and writing, of course.    Social networking was never my forte. I believe it is still not, however because openness to experiences is one of my strengths, why not embrace the opportunities to be more open indeed? It was with these