'So as the child look to the sky, the light returned into his eyes rousing  a new sense of vision, knowing now his mission. His hand finely smoothed over the delicate paper creating a soft whisking sound, in front of him was the paper. . . the paper soon to reach out to many'

Creative writing, an extension of insanity within sane words; are we not just as bad as artists?

 

 

Craiggy Hem Jamie