Tonight

This mesmerizing popcorn ceiling…

These never ending thoughts…

This song…

The frozen time stamp…

Those looping dreams…

This is my night.

When the leader of the bad guys sang something soft and soaked in pain, I heard the echo from his secret hideaway… -Twenty One Pilots

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