WriteByNumbersFeatured By OwnerAug 9, 2012Hobbyist Writer
This reminds me of a piece I wrote about the last man on earth. It has this same meaning, the same type of feel. That "holding your breath" kind of sentiment, like you're standing on a cliff, overlooking a world that has nothing left to give or take. So alone, so small, waiting, anxious almost, to be lost and forgotten with the rest of the turning earth. This is a very lovely summary of that feeling...good job, once more.
God, you got popular fast. Lucky. Also, happy birthday.