Concert

I stood

Or at least tried to

I shared sweat with beautiful strangers

Inhaled smoke from cigarettes drenched by twelve tongues

I smelled beer

Or was it piss,I'll never know

With feet screaming in pain

And barely scotch-taped glasses

We sang

We sang

We did so on top of our lungs

I and all the other 49,999.

Bathed in dirt

Surrounded by oh so good noises

I chanted

I screamed

I whispered

It was euphoric.