He sat there looking out the window, lost in thought, watching the clouds roll by. Alec was his name, and he was not quite what normal people would call normal. He saw the world from a different point of view, surreal some might call it. Away from the world and broken. Why broken? Here's the full picture.
He sat there looking out a barred window watching the clouds roll by waiting for the time to slip to the time he can leave the "mental hospital".
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To Win a Painter's Heart
FantasyA young painter is trapped, where you may ask? That is unknown, it may be his mind or some place more physical. Who will save this broken soul who sees the world differently than us. Who will allow the bird that is his soul to fly.
