Friday morning I sat awaiting the start of a presale for an upcoming concert. This was a unique situation for me because this was actually the third time I had been ready to purchase tickets to an Eric Church concert, and is now he third time I have had tickets, but I have yet to see him in concert.
That’s a terribly long story, I may tell another time, but let’s just say since Eric Church is my favourite artist I had been extremely nervous about getting seats again.
My nerves are shot, my body weak.
If this doesn’t happen I’m going to freak.
It’s like I need this through and through.
Without it, I don’t know what I’ll do.
My mind is possessed with this single thought.
To get this one thing is all I’ve sought.
I burn inside, with this wanting fire.
A simple thing that’s my only desire.
I anticipate this moment with shaking hands.
This thing the only place where my mind spans.
A want, a desire, its possession of my soul.
Waiting for a moment to make me feel whole.
The anticipation I have for this one moment.
A place in time for which I’m hell bent.