Hayley Sutton: A Bit of Rambling

"A coward is incapable of exhibiting love; it is the prerogative of
the brave."-Mahatma Ghandi

We roll the window down so that we can now begin to breathe in the
evergreen. Lets give it

a try, lets keep this for truth. At some
point, predicted with instances and time, we have to,

smash down the wall.

I think that comes with keeping time with clocks and realizing the
change of slight movement in our faces. Be careful about the ticking
noise, its an organized march of a thousand drums and feet moving
from pavement to grass. Its calculated, its expected, not
individualized. It is alive and to be recognized though, for this is a
force that will not
be reckoned with. This song has taken its beat
ever before the capsule had numbers
to show and tell us when we need
to be somewhere. We must never forget but somehow keep it faintly in
the distance.
If you let it, it will hold your hands. If you let it,
it will change you into a bird. If you let it, it
will take you into a
victorious battle against a thousand men on white horses. If you let
it, you will sit face to face with reason, wisdom and someone nick
named clarity. You
must always remember to keep it, if you don't
you'll wake up in the morning and not
see the face you once had. Then
often not remember what the beating inside comes from, or even if you
hear it anymore. You see, ... the noise, the drums the ticking, once
you become hollow to it, you will never grace your rightful position
near the steps at the family reunion of all its cousins, so many
embraces once all together is a spectacle for all to see.

Walk and see the shiny metal around, or the weathered pieces of the
earth, strap them on you bodies as armor. We shall need it once the
battle starts. If we believe in this sound truly with all of our
hearts we can swim in blue seas and clear skies of our triumph. Its
likely that
because of what this metal has brought us we will keep it
on for the rest of our lives.

I am starting to see shiny pieces on faces as they walk. Sometimes I
see them on
shoe laces of young faces. They know, they know so well.
I remember when I used to skate every morning, the wheels were metal
they protected my toes... once I would see this shiny metal and I
collected it to cover every possible inch. It was easier to see and
pick the armor when I still would skate. I stopped skating and wheels
became bigger and bigger and lighting fast. Its hard to find armor
while going so fast you know, the sounds of marching drums become
muffled by sounds of motors and I now can only see the ticking across
my wrist. These wheels, this time, going so fast made it uncomfortable
to wear my collection so I began to shed of them. I don't forget as
much about the metal anymore. Sometimes i'll paint flecks of the metal
on to my cheeks and sometimes my eyes. My laces chime with the sounds
of spoons tied to them. They remind me, I hope they can remind us.

Hayley Sutton
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currently attends Greenville College in Greenville, IL. She just got back from a road trip.