Broad Spectrum

I am entirely engulfed in my mind. I occasionally have some sense of who I am and who I want to be. But right now I have not a clue. I feel a certain yearning for someone to hold me close. It's like I am afraid to be alone. But I suppose I am. I have no idea who I am. I know that I love art. Art is who I am. It expresses me in thousands of ways. I am expressed in every bend and curve of the road I travel on. I am the silence in a room full of people. I am the surreality of the human corpse. I am a being in a body I wish I knew a little bit better. I am unique and different, and I find it hard sometimes to believe that it is okay to not be like someone else. It is okay to be my own different and my own insanity. It is okay to be a bother to some and loved by more. There are people in the world who do not understand me. All I can say to them is that neither do I. I do not understand my bubbling personality or my annoyance. I do not know why some days I am sadder than the other. I do not know why I fear time and the amount of it I have left. The only thing I am sure of is that the fresh smell of fall and a cool winter breeze calms me more than the medicine ever will. The serenity of the world will always interest me. I am sure that this world is full of many things and despite the horror of it all, being alive is one of the most fascinating things I am blessed to be.

-Evelyn Sutton