sometimes the work just... ends.
not with fireworks or clarity.
not with that gut-deep knowing.
just a whisper that says, "that's enough."
so i listen.

this one just never quite came together. I kept messing with it - adding texture, changing the colors, trying to get it to say something. but it kept slipping through my fingers. it never really told me what it wanted to be.

and at a certain point, i just stopped. not because it felt done, but because i realized i was trying too hard. there's something about how it sits now - quiet and kind of uncertain - that feels honest. not perect, but honest.

so I'm letting it be what it is.