The Mosh

there's something about concerts, they just make me happy.
maybe it's something about the love everyone has for a band that you love, or how nice people can be that you haven't even met, or how no one minds that they're gross and dirty and covered in sweat, they're just there for the love of music. i don't know what's appealing about punching randoms and crashing into others and screaming and jumping, but there's something magical in the moshpit. there's a feeling that you can't get anywhere else, and as soon as you step into the cold air outside, it increases for a second and fades away until the next show. the only place where i'm content to be way too warm and barely able to breathe is in the center of a moshpit, although i'm not violent, it almost feels like a home. everyone belongs and the color of your hair, or what your face looks like, or what you dress like doesn't matter because you're only there to have fun for a night with a bunch of people you don't know. as i wipe the last tear from my face before i go back to bed, i anticipate my next show, and what will happen. i can't wait to go back to the magic of the moshpit.