I'm no good at poetry but when I have really bad anxiety writing helps me. Often my thoughts are too scattered to write in an elegant prose so instead I write (in my impatient scrawl) poems of things that come to my mind. Most of them are irrelevant. I bought a red Moleskine journal for University to write these poems I think up and I think it will keep me sane and help me cope when I am not feeling particularly well. It is the prettiest, loveliest thing and it's red colour reminds me of the things Anna Karina wore in Une femme est une femme which is both comforting and inspiring. I don't mind others reading my poems because they're not very personal (as least not from the view of a reader) but I don't think they are any good and I'm not being modest. I probably won't share any until I write one I am highly fond of. That hasn't happened yet. I don't want to bore anyone with anything I've written so far.

Have a fantastic September everyone. I hope it treats you well and I hope you fall in love and I hope something happens today that will make you laugh very, very hard.