Math Class

I love his eyes at times they're almost gray crystals glistening and flickering white-blue pillows They seem to absorb the paper he's scribbling on with such haste his freckled arm moves over the tabletop frustration on his face he has no idea I'm watching him he rests his forehead in the palm of his hand his fingers through his hair I love it when he's like this deep in thought trying to make sense of these complexities in his mind because he's too stubborn to do it on paper