Drowning in a Sea of People

The sway of bodies back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. Swirling, twirling like a current under the ocean. The push of unfamiliar bodies against your own, sweat mixing and dripping from every bit of exposed skin, contributing to the wreak of overused perfume, Axe, and weed.
Hands materialize from seemingly nowhere to grip onto your clothing and pull you towards their orgin, others pushing you away, forcing you in all directions. The sweet sounds of cheering and applauding leave the background music barely heard. Your own voice rises above the crowd, echoing the melancholic lyrics that sound so familiar to your expectant ears.
There is pain but it is a pleasant pain. You welcome it to your body as much as the people around you do. It is a pain you inflict upon each other in appreciation. You and the crowd are one, supporting each other when the time calls forth. No one is left behind.
This is life in the mosh pit.