-We're not really strangers-

Here is a story about two parallel lines, lines that aren't supposed to meet but somehow intertwined...
The lights at the pier were beautiful, they had magical pink & purple glows. I felt like I somehow was in Euphoria. The feeling of the bright lights illuminating the dark sky while still being able to make out stars. It makes you feel like your glowing on the inside-out like the sun; and for a second everything flows in slow motion and you're the only thing moving at normal speed.