This is older. I'm too old for this shit now but when I wasn't, damn was it fun.
Thousands of cramped bodies, heat, dripping with sweat. Heart-breaking adrenaline coursing through every single vein, in every single person. Loud screams that are barely heard. Expressions of aggressions, elbows meeting heads, heads meeting ribs. Understood agreements between the people that to be pushed and thrown is a sign of acceptance. Bones breaking, and blood dripping.
Humanity letting it all go and forgetting the annoyances of a fucking day at work. In a moment its all gone, and the only thing that matters is that the band keeps it loud enough to break the eardrum. That the mobs of fans keep pumping their fists, and throwing their bodies around without caution.
Some call it violent behavior displayed by the misguided youth. I call it unity. For two or three hours, nobody is black, nobody is white; there's no rich or poor. Nobody cares about politics, religion, war, peace or anything like that because for those couple of hours they don't exist. Everyone is simply considered a fan, going nuts over the music that each and everyone of them love.
It's the brutality, it's the closeness, it's the screaming decibels clawing at your ears that makes thousands of strangers instantly kin; each knowing that they've all been apart something unique. This organized chaos is love. This love is all in the pit
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