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…
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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…
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…
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.
A reflective thought piece on finding personal truth in a chaotic world — for anyone rummaging through meaninglessness and still choosing to stay.
What if the life you’re living isn’t really yours?
What if the titles, the roles, the routines—all came from someone else’s idea of who you should be?
This is a story about waking up inside a life that looked fine from the outside… and choosing, finally, to rewrite it.
It’s about shrinking to fit, breaking to grow, and reclaiming the wild, creative self buried beneath the shoulds.
I can’t do it all—and I’m done pretending I can. This post is for anyone suffocating under the weight of performance, productivity, and polite burnout. It’s a love letter to survival, a call to rest, and a gentle rebellion against the myth that your worth is measured in meetings and metrics.