𝒯𝒽ℯ 𝓂𝒶𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓈, 𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓉 2

Yet, something bothers me, a question untold,
Why now, in this moment, does she my gaze hold?
Not fear, nor curiosity, just something I can't grasp,
Rarely accepted, my confusion in her gaze clasps.

Her head exploding, a crisis on nothing in particular,
Instinct orders chaos, in her practice no singular.
No analysis in her praxis, no rationalizing,
Despite it all, a calm I feel, so tranquilizing.

She entered chaos, to enact what no one foresaw,
Then vanished, leaving an enigmatic awe.
Some say they live but a year, solitary and mystic,
I wish I could verify, now out of sheer curiosity.
For I saw nothing special, just fear, a moment's attention,
Thoughts focused briefly on her journey, not to mention.

𝐁𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝟏𝟖

Blue clouds and the silence caused by water,
A gentle breeze blows, and no one utters.
I'm seated beside some companions, as if they sense a matter,
When on the shore it crashes and leaps, in their eyes, a pause does flutter.

I observe in stillness and silence, hoping to never shatter,
Amidst euphoria and melancholy, the day's end makes me falter.
It darkens and cools with a simple melody,
Closing in slower to seize the moment's felicity.

Time again rushes, and leaps with gleams,
I worry about forgetting feelings and sensing the estrangement's schemes.
Let words, caresses, and calm be erased,
The structure protecting the soul, I fear it will be effaced.

I want to etch everything, and always smile at the past,
To keep on breathing is an embrace that will last...