Yay, a smile on my face

[forgotten_aria]

The wounds from the shackles have healed
And the winds of freedom feel good
The mental wounds will take a longer to heal
But for the time being I am content

And separately, but not separately...
Walking home,
The ache of spent creativity warm on my brain
The rasp of old laughter in my lungs
The echo of kisses on my lips
Today was a good day.