The rumble of bass and the vibrations in the air shake me, and I think that if the earth started quaking I would not care or know. We are jumping with the crowd, people pressed all around so that there is nowhere else to go. So we scream the lyrics loud and beat the air with our hands. Without having been there, the joy is hard to understand.
So, Toby Mac & Diverse City concert last night.
AWESOME.
So much more hardcore than I thought it would be.
I like writing poetry. Not all of it is going to be a historical epic or an ode to something. These are like little glimpses of the subway in my mind; my train of thought isn't always artsy or symbolic or deep or meaningful, but I like to think that art takes ordinary things and makes people see a sort of beauty in them. So, look around- I've been doing this for a while. Enjoy ♥
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