NEW: young god

 

With a goofy, broken grin strapped to his face, he stood alone in the corner of nowhere and nothing. With eyes wide and innocence lost, he stared fleetingly into the fragile.

He lounged upright, but with a permanent impatience - sneakers ripped and torn, jeans saggy, a stupid old band t-shirt wrapped loosely around his lost self.

His long fingers flickered in the dim light, as they drummed across his lean thighs. Fingers like brittle sticks, tried to find real sensuality where there was none.

His eyes narrowed and his grin dropped - the face of a young god, temporary, bewildered, but alive - dripped slowly into reality.