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.
The beauty of a spring day, the appreciation of the weather bringing out the sun. On a rock in Central park, wrapped in a blanket. All his belongings in a cart parked near by. A man sleep soundly while the people walk the park and enjoy the weather.