When you first see them, they are a couple boys with weird hair and a band, and at least one of them is potentially gay. When you first see them, you notice the imperfections because humans are judgmental and that’s the way it is. When you first see them, everything is so empty.
And maybe days pass, months, years before they become more to you than another picture of people you don’t particularly care about. Maybe things get better, but chances are, they get worse.
You are looking for a hand to reach out and pull you up from the dark, and no one is coming.
The first time you hear them, maybe you begin to know.
It might not be consciously, and you might have battles to win and lose before you understand. But the first time you hear them, there will be a molten changing inside of you. Something, some part of you will recognize that this moment, this second, the rhythm thrumming in your chest and the drum beat