Sometimes I feel like my life is hanging by a thread. Sometimes I feel like whoever is holding that thread will drop it one day, leaving me by myself, plummeting into the wild ocean beneath. I do not know what exactly is waiting for me in this life, but what I do know is that I am being held by something gentle. Because even though it feels like the rope will snap any second, there will be a way for me to float. The ride looks dangerous and you may not want to try, but by the time its over, you may find yourself wishing you could go on again.
This is the second in a series of sketches that I drew while I was in Singapore. You can see more of an explanation in my first post here: Click me!