The thrum of the drum pulses around my heart.
Grounding me among a sea of thrashing bodies.
The riff of guitar wraps smoothly around my mind, taking me away from the world outside these walls, away from the ache in the soles of my feet.
And then there is the voice of you.
Altering my mind, reminding me why I wake up each day. Reminding me of our realities and the hope within them.
I raise my hands to the band like a member of worship.
Giving grace for the guidance they provide.
Wearing their merch like a religion, to let the world know where I stand.
In these walls, queerness is a freedom, emphasized by the tears I shed as you scream the rage of generations.
Blazing the path from Florida to California, reminding me that I can be alive past eighteen.
Nov 20, 2025
Nov 20, 2025 at 2:35 AM UTC
The thrum of the drum pulses around my heart.
Grounding me among a sea of thrashing bodies.
The riff of guitar wraps smoothly around my mind, taking me away from the world outside these walls, away from the ache in the soles of my feet.
And then there is the voice of you.
Altering my mind, reminding me why I wake up each day. Reminding me of our realities and the hope within them.
I raise my hands to the band like a member of worship.
Giving grace for the guidance they provide.
Wearing their merch like a religion, to let the world know where I stand.
In these walls, queerness is a freedom, emphasized by the tears I shed as you scream the rage of generations.
Blazing the path from Florida to California, reminding me that I can be alive past eighteen.