Chaos with Cait

The thaw doesn’t happen all at once, because the body learns warmth in whispers. A fingertip twitches, your breath deepens and finally the air softens around your being.

I don’t just want connection I crave it, like oxygen I’ve learned to ration.

Reality haunts me, but my dreams keep me alive.

Self love is not a luxury, it is your birthright. A promise that you will always belong to yourself first.

There is magic in the way that I forgive myself.

In the hush of morning light my teacup steams like a potion, whispering warmth into my palms. On some days, sidewalk cracks bloom with brave little flowers, tiny guardians of forgotten magic. Even the wind that wandering storyteller tucks secrets into my hair as I pass. And when the sun slips low, turning windows into molten gold, I remember. I remember that life doesn’t need grand miracles to be extraordinary. Life only needs one thing. And that is a heart, a heart that is w

Sleep is not rest for me. Sleep is just my quieter version of drowning.