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.
On top of the hill, where the entire downtown core can be seen, she looks down to the small town where she grew up and twists the cap off the water bottle. Placing the yellow pills in her mouth, she drinks to flush them into her body. Deciding to stand motionless, to make that dramatic fall to the ground while her life drifts away, she stares into the evening sky. Falling into darkness, her body goes limp, never feeling the ground.
Still thinking about the book, if my eyes would focus