The last few months have felt surreal. I don’t even think I remember living them out. They passed by so fast yet each minute of each day felt so long. I feel like I’m living through my lucid dreams. I can’t wait for my head to hit the pillow at night so I can start wishful dreaming . I sometimes just gaze into nothingness thinking about the memories I could have made over the last few months of my life, the moments I could have experienced but now the time that has passed will never come back. But then again, I’m living through a pandemic. I’m not allowed to do the one thing all humans as living beings are meant to do... socialise . I tell myself that it’ll all be okay, that like all bad things this, too shall pass ignoring the fact that this could be the new “normal” and the fact that people are actually believing that scares me to my core. My body seems to somehow keep g...