Just got back from worship service.
The chapel. It’s the only place that I have peace of mind. The only time I feel whole, complete. My cares, troubles, worries all disappear. It’s like nothing else matters in the world. It’s just me and the hymns. Me and the beautiful words. When I’m there, it’s just me and him. Me and God. Sometimes, I wish I could just sit there forever… Because the moment I walk out those doors, I’m in the world again. And this world is a scary place to be.



