Welcome to My Soul Tokens. If I was not crazy, I would be insane. Figuring out every thing mental. From one soul to another. Writing comes from the heart, mind and from life. Putting it into words might only make sense to one, but that one will be better for it.
It has been a simple truth for me, the realization that even I, the secure, take all I own for granted, wanting more, person can end up with nothing. The push of debt, struggling pay check to pay check, cutting back in times of hardship. The truth lies in front of us, we are the homeless people, we are the ones living in poverty, we are the ones that search for the next meal, in an instant of circumstances we are the homeless. People no different then ourselves, families no different than our own. The faces that we turn ours from, those faces are the reflections of the reminder that we could be there to.
Without putting pictures here, take a look around you, really look with all you are.