The concert
I open wake up to hear the steady ringing in my ears. As cars pass outside my window I can barely hear them, like there's filters over my ear drums. Everything sounds so jaded and far away though I can see it's so close.
I turn on my side and feel every single vertebrae in my spine grinding against each other in agony. Like cogs in a machine that need to be oiled, like over night they were exposed to twenty years of rusting. Every movement no matter how slow makes for a cracking in between my bones.
Through it all I manage to sit up only to breath in deep to my aching rib cage. I know that under my shirt they must be bruised and battered to a deep purple. My legs are probably worse, I can feel the sting of all the scrapes as the material of my pants brush against them.
My neck is worse of all though, I can barely turn it, it hurts so bad. The muscles are so tense, its like rubber bands pulled too tight. Well that's what happens when you get kicked in the head by a crowd surfer.
People might have thought the screams of the crowd were loud, but when the band started to play, it was so loud that I felt the bass vibrations through the floor. That didn't last longer than two seconds before I was being knocked from side to side by the people around me.
It was like animal planet, survival of the fittest and the strongest. Too small, too weak and you get trampled. The sea of people was drowning me. The rush of everything around me made me feel so slow and stagnant. The world around me was on fast forward and my feet were concrete blocks.
It only took the time span of one song before the concrete blocks melted away, as did the shock of the brutality around me. I was moving. I was thrashing.
If I was on animal planet, I'd be a mouse. Elephants are afraid to step on me but those damn vultures kept trying to eat me alive! Yet I was small and quick enough to dodge out of the way.
Regardless of all this, something inside of me can't wait to go back again.
I turn on my side and feel every single vertebrae in my spine grinding against each other in agony. Like cogs in a machine that need to be oiled, like over night they were exposed to twenty years of rusting. Every movement no matter how slow makes for a cracking in between my bones.
Through it all I manage to sit up only to breath in deep to my aching rib cage. I know that under my shirt they must be bruised and battered to a deep purple. My legs are probably worse, I can feel the sting of all the scrapes as the material of my pants brush against them.
My neck is worse of all though, I can barely turn it, it hurts so bad. The muscles are so tense, its like rubber bands pulled too tight. Well that's what happens when you get kicked in the head by a crowd surfer.
People might have thought the screams of the crowd were loud, but when the band started to play, it was so loud that I felt the bass vibrations through the floor. That didn't last longer than two seconds before I was being knocked from side to side by the people around me.
It was like animal planet, survival of the fittest and the strongest. Too small, too weak and you get trampled. The sea of people was drowning me. The rush of everything around me made me feel so slow and stagnant. The world around me was on fast forward and my feet were concrete blocks.
It only took the time span of one song before the concrete blocks melted away, as did the shock of the brutality around me. I was moving. I was thrashing.
If I was on animal planet, I'd be a mouse. Elephants are afraid to step on me but those damn vultures kept trying to eat me alive! Yet I was small and quick enough to dodge out of the way.
Regardless of all this, something inside of me can't wait to go back again.