Alone, empty
It’s so odd to be in such a big space echoing of thousands, and to feel the empty cold breeze biting, to think you are the only one.
About the Author
I come to PTOTIC by way of Montana, Colorado, and many points in between. Libby, Bozeman, Naperville, Paris, Groton, Oslo, Mystic.
I’m interested in writing, poetry, art, and design, and will publish my sporadic attempts at each when I think they might be worth your time. I profess to be a writer, mainly. So I hope we’re not wasting our time here, or at least you are not wasting yours. I’d feel bad about that. PTOTIC is all is the best I got going at the moment, hope to hear what you think, please let me know.
