The only magic I know.

There’s something about my fingers and the keyboard.

I don’t know what it is, but it’s the closest to real magic that I’ve ever been.

As soon as I start typing, as soon as I start moving my fingers on the keyboard, pressing one key after another, all pain seems to leave my body and mind. All misery stops existing. All the crises decide that right now it’s not the time.

Sometimes I think what I’d be doing when I am successful, whatever that may mean. I don’t think much would change. I’d be sitting on a chair, typing on a keyboard and see the magic happen on the screen.

It’s magic, but I don’t think there’s any trick.