Here I am, running through these blank white corridors, light seeps through every crack in the creaky wooden doors; the cream white walls, stained with excess paint; all I can hear are your footsteps and the voices of the choir, singing their song. There is no feeling that describes this moment, and these words can't possibly bring it justice; pure bliss and wonder, nothing more, nothing less
Here I am, running through these blank white corridors, light seeps through every crack in the creaky wooden doors; the cream white walls, stained with excess paint; all I can hear are your footsteps and the voices of the choir, singing their song. There is no feeling that describes this moment, and these words can't possibly bring it justice; pure bliss and wonder, nothing more, nothing less