Dystopian Junk Mail

"I'm a sleeper, but I will go home"

sleeper

Speak to your shadow, and learn from it's advice. Grab your wallet, bag, and phone, and get across the city to the night time bus station. Pay your ticket, get on the bus, put your headphones on and rest now. You made it. The music is your soundtrack for right now, and when you hear this song years later, you will remember this moment. The night wind smelling wet with rain coming through the window. Streaks of street lights luminate the passing distances, crinkling through streams running the glass. Your song plays on, long after you leave that bus seat. Hopefully the next passenger who sits there, will dream looking through lights against rainy night windows, to a song they will remember forever.

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