It's not just the way the bass surrounds you, pounding its own false heartbeat into your body, shaking your pant-legs against your ankles.
It's not just the way the rhythmic guitar has you moving, or the intense drumming you'll hear for days.
Nor is it the way the sporadic singer goes from shattering high notes to spine-shivering deep screams that are generally only reserved for the heaviest of the heavy - causing you to attempt to mimic; the screams and words tumbling from a place deeper than your throat, your mind, your heart - coming from your soul. Unfiltered and raw - you don't pause to think that you'll be feeling it tomorrow, raspy and hoarse. Then again, few people ever pause to consider the repercussions when such a moment has them.
It's not the way the crowd pushes you like you're nothing, yet makes you feel as if all of you are one - enjoying the same blissful, mind-shattering moment.
It isn't the sweat forming on your body as you react unknowingly to your surroundings and the attack on your senses.
The rush you feel despite the lack of drugs (why isn't there a drug to recreate this feeling?) isn't it either.
What it is, is all of this. Every intensified moment when you let music rule your body and let yourself truly go. It's loud, sweaty, painful, blinding bliss - the utmost satisfaction.
It should be a sin. Fuck, maybe it is, but you wouldn't care.
It's not just the way the rhythmic guitar has you moving, or the intense drumming you'll hear for days.
Nor is it the way the sporadic singer goes from shattering high notes to spine-shivering deep screams that are generally only reserved for the heaviest of the heavy - causing you to attempt to mimic; the screams and words tumbling from a place deeper than your throat, your mind, your heart - coming from your soul. Unfiltered and raw - you don't pause to think that you'll be feeling it tomorrow, raspy and hoarse. Then again, few people ever pause to consider the repercussions when such a moment has them.
It's not the way the crowd pushes you like you're nothing, yet makes you feel as if all of you are one - enjoying the same blissful, mind-shattering moment.
It isn't the sweat forming on your body as you react unknowingly to your surroundings and the attack on your senses.
The rush you feel despite the lack of drugs (why isn't there a drug to recreate this feeling?) isn't it either.
What it is, is all of this. Every intensified moment when you let music rule your body and let yourself truly go. It's loud, sweaty, painful, blinding bliss - the utmost satisfaction.
It should be a sin. Fuck, maybe it is, but you wouldn't care.
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i know its been a while hasnt it? =[
hope all is well your end, take care =]
and i still think you need to be pink .. pronto. ♥