My friend Hannah told me I should make a blog after I had a semi-(complete) mental breakdown when thinking about what the hell I would do after university. I quite like to read, write, and have opinions on the things others write so I think what I will do is note them down and hope people get bored enough to read them. I cannot stop listening to this today-





Here is a poem I wrote today, because it was summer the other day and now it suddenly is not. I shouldn't explain poems. Nor should I use the word 'suddenly' in writing. NTS.


4th September

It is that singular day

When the silent heat

Is replaced with the slap

Of wet feet on pavement.

This singular day

Makes everything uncanny

I see faces like marble.

A change of season

I want to change my soul

To be just as fluid

As the functional drains.

To be as crisp and concise

Like the snap of the cold leaves

I am Autumn’s phoenix

And I remain optimistic.