post-concert depression

i don't know anything about teen crushes or the holy spirit, but i know about being pressed in the spaces between strangers like true love, and my heart beat is the vibration of the show. with the smell of sweat and cigarettes. the energy like ghosts. i could die here and relive this moment forever and haunt these stages with my broom. i'm the last of the clean-up crew, still living the show through the ringing in my ears. a psychic as i touch every abandoned belonging and can see the stage through the owner's eyes. if i never leave it will never end. i want to feel this loved and at home forever.