I rely on being a dreamer. In 2020, the prime of pandemic, I wrote a short love story, still in draft form, of around 5k words. It’s about two hearts aching and dying out because of restrictions and unknown to whenever they will get to see each other again in such an uncertain world. Love and it’s wholeheartedness comes from within always, but have you ever scrapped that and needed a person so badly, it becomes starvation for them, like actual hunger? I don’t want to give too much of it away but I’m really proud of it and It’s called I rely on being a dreamer because that’s all the female protagonist had left in the world. The thing is, the pandemic for me was the journey of self-love, I was and still am ‘single’ but the hunger came from me just needing to sit there now the world was quiet and actually work in loving me. 80 per cent of my day is my piano playlist which I upload and remove from constantly but man, a couple of these songs bring straight back, every single time to a world I bet we all don’t even recognise anymore. We were stripped of everything and all we had was what we curated in our own little worlds. I spend a lot of time with story ideas and poems and notes but finishing them is always a struggle. My mind is so big and scattered so when I write, I write from such a place of experience and when I reread them, I question where they even come from - honestly though, what a magical gift! Anyway here are some of my favourites that to you, you might skip through but to me? Hold such heavy emotions - good ones though, even in light of it all, they were good.