Primitive of my own experiences,
I will stand in a sea of bodies,
All hot and compressed,
But the energy of the people, like heated atoms,
And the music, bringing forth the collective feeling,
And the simultaneous death-defying appreciation, and nothing but,
Will bring chills so intense to the skin under my sleeves that I will shiver in that sea.
I’ll feel the ground vibrate
And I’ll know every word
And I’ll forget everything else
And dance like nobody’s watching
Because they probably won’t be.
Oct 31, 2012
Oct 31, 2012 at 12:09 PM UTC
Primitive of my own experiences,
I will stand in a sea of bodies,
All hot and compressed,
But the energy of the people, like heated atoms,
And the music, bringing forth the collective feeling,
And the simultaneous death-defying appreciation, and nothing but,
Will bring chills so intense to the skin under my sleeves that I will shiver in that sea.
I’ll feel the ground vibrate
And I’ll know every word
And I’ll forget everything else
And dance like nobody’s watching
Because they probably won’t be.
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