Unfinished

Notes from the Hollow Bone | entry forty-five

I’m not even sure how to start this.

Nothing really happened, and I think that’s the point.

I was just sitting there, not doing anything in particular. My mind wasn’t completely quiet, but it also wasn’t fixed on anything important. Just… passing time, I guess.

At some point I looked up, and something about it made me stop for a second.

Not in a dramatic way. I didn’t have some big realization or emotional shift. It was quieter than that. I just noticed that I wasn’t thinking for a moment.

There wasn’t anything to figure out. No question. No meaning. Just what was in front of me.

And I stayed there for a second longer than I usually would.

That’s the only thing that felt different.

Because normally I would’ve tried to turn that into something. A thought, a feeling, something I could hold onto or take with me.

I felt that urge come in almost immediately. To name it, to understand it, to make it into something that mattered.

But this time I caught it.

And I didn’t follow it right away.

I just let the moment sit there.

It wasn’t comfortable, exactly. There’s something about not doing anything with a moment that feels… incomplete.

Like it’s supposed to go somewhere.

And this didn’t.

It just stayed what it was.

Unfinished.

And I left it like that.

I don’t really know what to make of it yet.

I’m not trying to.

I just know I stayed a little longer than I normally would.

And for now, that feels like enough.

— With Grace & Ink,
Mai

Unfinished

I touched a moment
in unfiltered space—

it gave no answers,
only quiet,
no name to chase.

So I left it there—
unfinished,
unnamed.