As I said earlier in the week, I’ve noticed how quickly I want to finish things… especially songs.

To tie it up neatly. To land on the “right” lyric. To arrive somewhere clear and certain. There’s obviously a kind of comfort in that — in feeling like something is complete, resolved, done.

But more and more, I’m not sure that’s where the truest things live.

Some of the songs I keep coming back to don’t really resolve in the way I expect them to. They leave a little space at the edges. They hold something open. And strangely, that’s what makes them stay with me.

I’m really trying to write like that.

Not forcing everything into place too quickly. Letting a line sit for a while, even if I don’t fully understand it yet. Allowing a melody to feel a little unresolved if that’s where it naturally settles.

It feels slower. Maybe a bit more uncertain too.

But there’s something really honest in it.

Maybe not everything needs to be finished to be meaningful. Maybe some things are meant to remain open — to be returned to, rather than completed.

I’m learning to be alright with that.

— Panting Deer x