Years pass. I forget how time can do that. Sometimes we get isolated on our own little island of time, and distracted by the small things that inhabit it, and forget the great stream flowing by.

When I signed up for DeviantArt three years ago, I was in bad shape, shredding myself to pieces, using and abusing. I say this with impunity, here, because no one is listening; it's like whispering a secret in an empty auditorium. Hundreds of seats; no ears to hear. I am better now...but now I need to start creating again.

Maybe I'll finish the things I left undone. I want to.