I actually miss DeviantART.
Seriously.

I'm sitting down on my lazy-boy chair, writing an essay on the Aboriginal history of my small town; when all of a sudden I had an unknown desire to log back into this Web site and write what you're going to read below.

Lately, more than since I left this online community, I've been thinking back on the memories I've had, both the good and the bad. I smile on how I used to believe my images I made with Terragen were truly artistic, and how my poetry amazed some individuals. But I'm not here to write about how I thought I was a good artist.

I remember how I was back when I joined, and I can say that I'm definitely not the same, moody person that I was back than. I'm currently taking Social Services in college, and I'm a fully-trained volunteer for the Victim Services in our area. After the completion of my college program, I have the full interest in joining the Ontario Provincial Police, under the special division that protects children from online predators, as-well as rescuing children who are victims of child pornography. But yet again, I'm not here to talk about what has happened since I left DeviantART.

I came here, because I'm currently having a lot of flashback encounters with the people I've come to befriend via this community.

There are certain individuals on DeviantART which whom I had bonded very close to, emotionally. Most of these people were fellow poets, who were experiencing and having the same emotions and distress as I was in my time shared in this community. Sadly, most have left before even I did, and I sadly do not know of their over-all conditions; a few I believe have committed suicide, but I cannot confirm that simply because I cannot contact them.

But, I will admit this: the poems that are still public, still on the profiles of those who have left and those still here that are about me, I have - printed. They're hanging up on my wall, most are beside my desk for myself to look at and smile at. Heh, they're still in their original form, with all the bad English, grammar, and spelling mistakes included. To those who wrote these poems that I have on my walls, I do miss you, I really do.

I have thoughts about everyone whom I've had contact with on DeviantART since I've left, and of course some more than others. But in the end, I'll always remember my time spent here, and the friendships that I still have with via Windows Live Messenger, and those that I don't.