Dear Void, Of course. Of course this is the day I get pulled over. A day where I already do not want to participate. Where…
A philosopher at heart; an author by passion. Welcome to my musings!
Elle Richards - Life Enthusiast Posts
I Was Told I Seemed Put Together Dear Void, WTAF. Yes. That feels like the appropriate opening. Because somewhere between the slow tilt toward the…
I carried it with me all day.
And at one point, I thought…if this rock were magic, what would I want it to do?
Void Rock — Day 1 I put a rock in my pocket today. That sentence feels like it should lead to something more meaningful, but…
Anyway is not optimism.
It’s what’s left when the dramatic arc refuses to form.
When the response doesn’t come.
When the spark doesn’t ignite.
You pause.
Anyway.
What if history isn’t unfolding — but repeating? A reflection on time as structure, emotional patterns as rehearsal, and the unsettling possibility that the script was already written.
A reflective January letter on melancholy, empathy, absurdity, and surrender—written from the quiet space where time softens and meaning is allowed to drift.
December asks for enthusiasm. This is a letter for people who don’t feel it. A quiet reflection on winter, unresolved endings, and the melancholy season; without fixing or pretending.
A short poetic reflection on futility. Not as failure, but as quiet rebellion. On showing up, even when it feels pointless. On still being here.
It’s strange how something as small as an itch can unravel peace. One moment I’m breathing in the night air, the next I’m certain something unseen is crawling beneath my skin. Maybe it’s not about the bugs at all—maybe it’s October’s reminder that even beauty comes with a little discomfort, and that letting go is part of being alive.