My body remembers being compacted so tightly it could
barely rise and fall. It remembers vibrations, sounds rocking it to the core the thump, thump, thump of the music. My body could feel the adrenalin running trough its veins delaying pain and silencing fatigue. The power of bodies colliding one after another fists, shoulders, knee's the sweat taste of its own blood. my body remembers straining against the front wall of the stage pushing to keep a protective bubble around its friends. It could feel sweat coating its ebony skin in a thin shine. My body remembers dehydration stuck in a 98 degree meat locker baked in the sun. It remembers waving in the wind like connecting branches of a tree, when one body fell the rest where shore o fallow. It remembers being showered in a light mist as the bands waved open water bottles over head. My body straining to hear after the booming speakers stopped. My body remembers its first warped tour so well. Remembers its first concert and the last. It tales stories with its memories unseen in the depths if its mind. It remembers the time of its life. And It will add another concert to its list as the day wheres on.
