Gemotions

"I can't believe it," I whispered, my voice trembling. The tattoo artist was showing me a photo. There, on a stranger's shoulder, was my sprawling mural, a vibrant explosion of color, replicated in ink. A wave of giddiness washed over me.

My fingers traced the lines of the printed image. It felt… significant.

I hadn't felt this alive in years. I felt myself lift up. The artist, noticing my reaction, smiled and said, "She’s been saving for months. Said your work… it saved her." A feeling of lightness lifted me, and I couldn't stop grinning.