𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘣𝘭𝘷𝘥 ☾ jim morrison

𝔬𝔫𝔢

⋆𓆩♱𓆪 ༒︎ 𓆩𝄞𓆪 ༒︎ 𓆩♱𓆪⋆

The moonlight burned on to the ghost town. Black and white, washing over the old ancient brick buildings and the burnt umber wooden bars.

Blue angels mindlessly floating, extending a pale white wing for me to take flight on. Heavenly rings of light lifting me up, or so i thought.

Bright headlights shone on to me, as i opened my eyes. I wish i hadn't. Vision going blurry as my eyes stared into the lustrous light that was being projected from the car in front of me.

I turned around, heading back toward the direction i was originally in, making my way to the gas station down the street.

It was my excuse to buy a bottle of jack, my usual shenanigans on a thursday night.

My body swirled around, my back now facing the car that's headlights were bright enough to kill a man. What dickhead needs lights that fucking bright?

The nicotine itch crawled its way up and around my neck, shit, i need to buy more of those damn Marlboro's.

Is this guy for real? As i continued to walk down the road, i heard the car tires begin to move again, right behind me. Beams of light bright enough to illuminate the entire deserted town.

I eventually made it, walking through the sliding doors that belonged to the sacred gas station, mind running free once i got my hands on the bottle of jack from the fridge isle.

"A pack of Marlboro Reds, too," i spoke to the cashier, bottle clinking once i placed it on top of the counter.

The chime of the bell above the door ringed, that motherfucker, i was going to give that dickhead a talking to. Not only did he disrupt my peace with his army-certified headlights, but after i stared into those lights, i started to see little floating dots in my vision.

I handed the 20 dollar bill to the cashier, stuffing the box of Marlboro's into my back jean pocket, hand wrapping around the neck of the bottle.

My feet took me to the aisle that i saw the back of brown shoulder-length hair from.

"Headlights aren't for making people go blind, y'kno-"

Shit

The eyes staring back at me were too perfect to be real, they couldn't be real.

His eyes were soothing, as if i watched an ocean shore swallow the sand from underneath it through them.

Im sure that if another pair of eyes dared to look into his and watched the same ocean that i did, the harshness of the waves crashing together would have drawn away from the safe haven that my eyes found whilst getting lost in his.

His fingers left the packet that he had semi-picked up, placing it back on to the shelf.

"pardon?"

The voice that belonged to the man in front of me spoke. His voice sent an unfamiliar soothing sound into my ears, feeling my hand that was wrapped around the bottle of jack faulter.

I cleared my throat, feet refusing to move underneath me.

The feeling i would compare it to is like those dreams where you are unable to move, completely paralyzed and unable to scream, no matter how hard you try.

"shit, sorry, i thought you were someone else," My mouth muttered, finding any leftover excuse that i had left floating around my head.

"hell, i thought i owed someone money or somethin',"

He spoke again, oh dear lord, what i would do to hear him speak over and over again.

I attempted to laugh at his joke, too focused on our souls softly colliding with each other, i wonder if he felt it too.

It was a beautiful sight to see, more so to feel.

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