Today I feel like writing, writing here on the computer, hearing the sound of the keys, the sound of my fingernail hitting each one, how soft the keyboard is. Today I’m communicative, I’ve already made videos, I woke up excited, I put on makeup, I even did my eyeliner. Maybe it’s the light rain, the cloudy day that brings back that memory of writing and a hot drink. That memory of a writer in front of her laptop, with a blanket around her, holding a cup with a hot drink that even makes smoke, next to a window with a beautiful view of the rain, of life.
That writer today is me, with my glasses, my office, my window on the second floor, with my computer open and me writing. I am this writer, this memory today, even if only for this moment, is my reality.
We know exactly what we want and what we dream of; our fear is that we will access this information and it will never become reality. But that’s where it doesn’t really turn around. If you don’t access it, don’t think, don’t look at yourself, how will your dreams get off the ground? If you choose the path of escape, how do you want to reach the path of realization?
Vanessa Campos
Vanessa Campos 
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