Disclaimer: I don't own Victorious... just thoes words
You know the glow you get in the misty morning, right after the washing away of a bad day? It's kind of like right before the sunrise and several hours after the sunset when the sky is no longer red but a pinkish purplish haze of mystical wonder. You feel a tingle run through you. A grin makes its way to your face and lights up your features. You feel like your breath is even paced and your mind is awhirl in all the majesty wonder that you see or feel. Suddenly the tears turn to laughter. Suddenly the silence turns to melodious tunes that you have never heard before. You reel in it. You seem to swim in a sea of wonder. You feel as though you are in heaven. You feel as though the presence of wonder is within you. I may not be in the right place all the time but the minute Beck puts his arms around me and wraps me safe and secure within them my HELL turns into heaven. You might say I am lost and indeed I am. I lose myself in all that is Beck.