thirty-one october
eight : oh-seven p.m.

party by the river. bonfire, bluegrass, stumbling and hanging on, trying not to lose each other. wishing that i knew everyone better, that i'd brought my camera to take pictures of him playing banjo by firelight.

i never stopped looking for you in the crowds. a waste of time..i can't help feeling like i've lost my chance.

when am i going to get to know you?