Time of your life

Concerts don't last one night. They last a lifetime. They come back to you everytime you listen to an artist you've seen live. When the music's streaming through your speakers, the memories are streaming through your heart. You remember the people that were around you, the die hard fans, and the feeling you got in your stomach when the stage lit up, the crowd went crazy, and the band ran on stage to start the show. You remember singing along and screaming your heart out. And, when he spoke, how the crowd went silent listening to the man they think of as a god, who's music got them through the hardest times of their life. A concert stays with you forever. You know that when they lights go off and the music goes on, you get butterflies no matter where you are. As soon as the drummer hits the bass as hard as he can, and you feel not only the vibrations, but the compassion, the love, and the reality hits you square in the face, and you were ready for it. You were ready for it ever since you bought that ticket. It hits you in the face and it hits you in the chest, and takes your breath away, and all you can do is scream. Scream to show you love it. And you will remember that night for the rest of your life.

So take the photographs, and still frames in your mind,

hang it on a shelf in good health and good time.

Tattoos of memories and dead skin on trial.

For what it's worth it was worth all the while.

It's something unpredictable, but in the end it's right. 

I hope you had the time of your life.