Exaggeration in Tranquility

                 He sits, hunched over, with an aura of insecurity. His brown hair flops down like a mop, ending just a bit below his forehead. The vague curls that intermingle with straight locks don’t align themselves; they rebel as if forcing him to be just a little less put together than he already is. A look of serious boredom paints itself across his angular face. His jaw, square, defines itself in a sharp angle that draws the edge of his face in a strong and secure border, contrasting his demeanor. His lips are not pressed firmly or thinly, but loosely settled in a single line; they show neither happiness nor sadness – like an empty abyss, they remain void.  Pale skin is graced with high cheekbones and a protruding nose – it has a single bump marking half of his heritage, his eyes marking the other. Glassy and dull, deep pools of coffee stare lifelessly forward into empty space. His arms cross gently, allowing the baggy sweatshirt to droop down; his legs bent uncomfortably, too long for the small chair he’s resting in. His entire body screams with an insecurity, as he unconsciously tries to shrink his physical body down to patch of space his psyche perceives as safe to occupy. Conscious, his brain rambles wildly, yet it is never expressed by a single movement, a single twitch of a muscle, a single gleam of his dark eyes.

                Unexpectedly, he is jostled from his reverie. Quiet, yet far more rambunctious, a companion disturbs his peaceful monotony, and he smiles. Glass sparkles as an adorable countenance spreads across the void face. The eyes narrow and crinkle with a quiet and reserved laughter. His shoulders hunch as he ducks his head; even in mirth he subconsciously feels uncomfortable in his skin. He shakes with a pure and lighthearted emotion, his mouth how a toothy grin full of warmth and kindness. He pushes back in mock indignation. Complacency replaces his boredom, as he settles into a conversation of little words. His expression returns to default, emotionless, but now, his eyes glitter with hidden mirth and wisdom.

                Normality ensues.  

A/N: I have no idea what's wrong with me. I don't think this even describes him very well. It's like I started with a description of him, decided it was too boring, and went crazy with details. And bad sentence structure. Also, the title has basically nothing to do with anything. I'm tired and most likely insane. One day, I would like to stop being insane. Hopefully, this day will come soon.