that boy never makes eye contact...solemn and walks forward.
first football game of the season. new people to cheer for and new attitude to describe why i do what i do. it's the last first.
casey sat in a tan bus seat, one in front of me. his face varies between light and dark, product of the shadows created by the appearance of dim yellowed streetlights. as his lips move, i listen. and we talk in the darkness.
"you will be suprised by a love you did not expect" not related as far as i know...but it feels good to trust in the unknown.