i miss being at a concert; i miss feeling that nothing mattered when you were at one except the music. there is no tomorrow, no yesterday, no years ago or the years that will be--only right now. everywhere you look you could see it in people's faces: they're all waiting for the next song, the next rhythm, the next strum of the guitar, the soft tapping of piano keys, or the clang of the drumsticks like one waits for love or some other amazing emotion that gives them butterflies in their stomachs. and you realize, right then and there out of the thousands of people you've never seen your whole life, that you all have and share something in common--this night is something you're never ever going to forget.
2.04.2011
i miss being at a concert; i miss feeling that nothing mattered when you were at one except the music. there is no tomorrow, no yesterday, no years ago or the years that will be--only right now. everywhere you look you could see it in people's faces: they're all waiting for the next song, the next rhythm, the next strum of the guitar, the soft tapping of piano keys, or the clang of the drumsticks like one waits for love or some other amazing emotion that gives them butterflies in their stomachs. and you realize, right then and there out of the thousands of people you've never seen your whole life, that you all have and share something in common--this night is something you're never ever going to forget.
