When Ripples turn to Tsunami. Lost amidst the Tide of Bodies again. I never seem to Learn. The Mosh Pit is just as dangerous as a Rip pulling Bodies forward, against one another, and up into the air. The danger of Thunderous Shoes, slamming hard against the floor, riddled and littered with Bottles and lost Footwear. My feet no longer stood on the ground, but upon others - The music had me eating from the Palm of it's hand, it drew me deeper into the Moshing Torrent. Every part of me was Everyone else's. All our voices joined into one, demonstrating our Love for the Music. Parts of the crowd collapsed like a house under Ash, Just as Frightening it was, the pain of being nothing but a single body was Destructive, when i thought i had drawn in air, i had not. My Lungs and Heart began to function purely on the second hand breaths of some random stranger, the air was heavy and used, everything was coated in Sweat - The smell was overwhelming. Finally, i had my body wedged against the front of the stage. A Security man, managed to douse my Thirst time and time again, Cup upon cup i devoured hungrily, of water. That tasted like a 50 Metre Pool after a School has just Vacated it's waters. Again the Ripples turned to Tsunami, his hand reached over the rail for my Body, and i remained wedged where i was - Clinging to him happily for my Eyes were now Greeted with a First Hand View of each Band. Everytime the lights dimmed and the sound check began, it was like a Mad House. My Sanity and Values no longer seemed Comforting, amidst it all - He leaned over the rail and pressed his lips to my Forehead. I slithered from his hold now, and was Lost to the Music. My intension of time has been met. Though in my Deepest State of Thought, the Security Guy - Though i would have given him a Second Look out in a normal Club, Seemed out of line to do what he has done. Now i am left to Wonder - What if we were at a Normal Club, and not at a Sold Out Edgefest. So again, jammed into the car we all done. Steamy and Uncomfortable - It was less stress to the Ears and my Body was mine again. I could decide when to Move, and where - Not pulled by the Tsunami and Lost against others. So back home we ventured, and back to the Lava. The Dance Floor i Fancy. Though he was not there. I appreciate the thought of how Free we are in the Lava Bar. I once felt otherwise - Too cramped. Now i realise i was indeed taking the Space for Granted. Now i see that. The Force is Strong again. Yes, NZ People spell -realise and -Metre the old school way.