Siynapsis


Between what erupts
and what remains,
there is a moment capable of changing everything.
A chimera takes shape without warning —
intense, fleeting, impossible to hold onto.
It does not answer to reason or logic.
It simply happens.
And in happening, it dismantles.
But what seems ephemeral does not disappear.
It leaves a mark.
It settles in.
It transforms.
Losing one's mind is not a mistake...
it is a consequence.
A way of enduring
what cannot be avoided.
Two moments.
One same force.
What begins as an impulse...
ends up transforming
what remains.