skyoversea

Think of a spider web, strong and sticky, stretched out before you, parallel to you, entrapping but not encasing, you in a corner. You hold out your hand to touch it, a little pressure into your arm, and you can feel the mass of threads resist slightly, but bulge out nonetheless against your touch. You withdraw your hand, sticky and wet, and it complies, springing back into its taut, criss-crossing shape. You know what you have to do to get out. You can either gently try to untangle yourself from the sticky mess by stretching the whole thing over your head and body. Or, you can brace yourself and with a lot of force, break through the mass of

I decided to make a new DA account today, and leave my old one behind as a remnant of my past. I will not disclose the name, but it was a difficult and a simple choice at the same time. Difficult, because I felt I had built something which I should be proud of. Simple, because I did it on an impulse. On my previous account, I never made it a habit to write journals. But I found that an aggregate of situations has given me greater inspiration to impart words to nobody in particular. I guess part of the ulterior motive behind coming back to DA after approximately a two-year hiatus (not completely a hiatus as I did log on to browse art now and