Broad Spectrum

Every corner my head turns to, my eyes gaze upon empty cans of alcohol. There on the ground, there on that table, and there, crushed in front of the microphone stand. I never understood a person's desire to allow themselves to lose complete control of their own body, to not have a set state of mind. I wonder why they feel the need to get drunk, to get high, to lose themselves in something toxic. Sometimes it's a person, sometimes it's a blunt, sometimes it's a bottle of vodka, and sometimes it's a cigarette. Every being different from the other. Every mind suffering and wandering in its own direction. I find it intriguing, the way a person chooses to lose themselves. I've always chosen music or prayer or writing or dancing or creating. It is so easy for me to get lost in an intricate rhythm with beautifully strung lyrics, or in the process of spilling out every piece and crevice of my mind. There is nothing more breathtakingly beautiful to me than the way a human can move to the sweet sound of music, intoxicated or sober. The human soul has a way of being an extraordinary work of art every time it manages to set itself free.

-Evelyn Sutton