Does this sound like decent creative writing?

His frigid, stiff hands were lightly holding something. They cradled it in their palms as if it was something of the highest value that may have fallen apart at the slightest jarring. This thing was of importance only to the holder. Anyone else may have given no care to the item, they would probably have clutched it with sweaty hands, gazed at it, momentarily intrigued, judged it of no vale whatsoever, and then tossed it in some dark place where everything uncared for seems to go. They would only have done that if they even took the moment to pick it up. The teen held the image in his hands, making sure to get no oil or dirt on the front. He quickly slipped it into the front pocket of his worn trousers, for people were starting to jostle him. He was getting increasingly elbowed as people clicked by on the cobblestones with their newly polished shoes, their long midnight cloaks swishing near their heals, not close enough to sweep the grimy ground. He quickly dodged through the crowd getting cries of disgust when he cut people off and they noticed his greasy messy hair and obvious lack of shoes. He managed to dodge into a dark obscure alley, where light never seems to reach no matter how sunny a day it was, not that sunny days came often in the place he had been calling home recently. He roughly leaned against the wall and slowly sank to the ground; if anyone had been around they would have heard his too small clothing tear even more than it already was. The teen, however, made no notice as he sank to the ground the image back in his hand. His other hand clutched his forehead and tears slowly began to slip out from under frigid palm. His teeth were tightly clenched, trying to hold back his sobs. He looked out from under his palm and stared at the photo with such longing, people may have thought that the picture contained some massive treasure, but in reality it was an old picture of a adorable little girl who seemed to have no care in the world and an older woman who had a weary face, but one that smiled as though she could endure anything.