The end

Exhausted does not even begin

To describe the feeling

At the culmination

My three days of spontaneity

Coming to an end

Mentally, physically drained

Am I glad I did this?

Are we crazy for doing this?

Yes and yes.

We cannot even stand at this point

Our legs can no longer hold us up

The ground feels so good

It’s over

The whole experience coming to a close

Relief and discontent.

One of the dumber things

That we have done

Is driving through the night

After three days of not stop

Our bodies exhausted

We decide to drive eight hours

This terrified me more than

Anything that

I saw this weekend

Honestly I thought

That we could die

We walked a thin line

The journey home

We had "no hope to look for

Nothing to look forward too"

I tried to sleep

So I could shut my brain from the fear

It did not work

This crazy weekend has come to its culmination. Do I regret anything? No. It was by far, the most interesting experience of my life. I am grateful to have such good friends in my life to push me out of my comfort zone, and experience the new. I am one who just stays in what is comfortable. My friends have pushed me to be involved in so much more than the box I’m used to staying in. “Music has always sent out lines of flight” (Dekeyze and Guattari’s, “A Thousand Plateaus ‘Introduction:Rhizome’). Music was the center of the weekend. It was so interesting to see that people from all over the world could be brought together by a common cause: music.