Pulse

At the beginning, we're all nervous.
It's the kind of awkward feeling
when no one really knows what might happen.
But it's inevitable.

The crowd gets bigger,
louder,
wilder,
and soon it drags me in, too.

I love the beat.
The rhythm.
The pulsing
of the bass,
pounding into my blood
and it doesn't stop there.
My bones shake,
and my body sways
cause it can't get better than this.

I feel everyone around me,
moving completely synchronized,
and its' awesome.
Otherworldly.
I don't have to be myself,
or remember who I am.
I can
just
let
go
for once, and live without worry.

All I need is someone who can keep up.