there was a boy named grayson jones and he lived in his own world, a twilight world. he was so smart, but he preferred the world of the imaginary than the one of science. he could do algebra like lightning and read as fast as Flash but he wanted for no books but his own, sprung up from the deep recesses of his mind to paper, always scribbling in that notebook of his, creating better worlds for himself and sometimes me. he was almost as fast as usain bolt but he liked to walk, to actually enjoy the world and its beauty that we humans only get to enjoy for a short time. he could play a guitar just like ringing a bell but he liked others' music, so he could sit and enjoy and ponder the true meanings of the songs he loved so. there was a boy named grayson jones and he lived in his own world, one that he created and only he could understand, a world i wanted desperately to be a part of.