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.