Everything is possible again.

A world of infectious possibilities spread through my spirit.

Doors are open.

Air fills my eyes. Light fills my lungs.

I'm back to the self-hole, to the pitiful pit...

El desamor o el inamor o la desesperadaimpotenciadelossueñosrotos me trae de nuevo por dA buscando el patético consuelto del voyeur, del ruido, de la soledad compartida, de la sociedad de la creación, de la efervescencia de mentes espumosas que atravesaré sin dejar huella. Una vez más. Un ser menos.

There... she is not.

I don't know where she might be.

But she's not there, in those sordid pits of self-betrayal. She's not one of those toxic dolls who are not searching for salvation.

She's not there waiting for the destruction of my future.

I always fail to remember...

...that she's not there.

I'm begining to think in upcoming changes to my deviant profile... I think I could get all my friends together and show their icon+links, as many people do around here... I think now I got quite of them (thank you all for adding me as a friend!).

Besides, I'd like to see who is my most favorized deviant artist, and have it highlighted in some way in my main page...

Well, they are just some ideas to make my deviant presence evolutionate...

Oh, my!!

Some days with no spare time... and now I got an bigger-than-ever-before bunch of deviations to look at!

I need to do something about it. I can't let so many of them to accumulate...

Isn't there a way to manage so deviantoxication??