Spencer
If anyone were to look at him they would see a boy. A boy with his shy gestures and his six foot tall imperfections. They'd wince looking in his eyes, not in terror nor horror, but from misconception. But, they weren't really looking, because if they saw they would know the wise man that lay behind those ocean blue crystal eyes. They would know the raw maturity that gave character to his textured face. And if they knew, they would feel his presence when he walked beyond a dusty doorjamb. They... Sign in to see full entry.