Chaos with Cait

Cheers, to healing. You beautiful being.

One day without urgency, peace will arrive to greet me. Not to claim me, but to carry me home.

My individuality is a universe, and I honor its constellation.

Stand where you are. For the horizon bends to those stay true.

Every time I decide the earth shakes. I am the ground that has moved deep from within the Earth’s plates. Change is only scary when you wish to remain the same. I decide what to decide and I do not break.

I am satisfied with life. I do not just get by I thrive.

My ribs forget they were made to move. Breath becomes a rumor my body no longer believes in.

She’s always been such a kind soul the kind that made you feel like you were right at home.

I speak to the wind often. I ask where should I go next? And it answers me with movement only reminding me to dance, to flow, to freestyle for a change.

The unknown lures me, because it is the only place I still feel infinite.

My attitude is vicious, it bites, barks and leaves people all scarred. I wish it wasn’t this way. However, I do not trust easily and on normal days I am still in pain. I struggle to let you close to me, I snip at your hand the moment it reaches out. Don’t see me. Please ignore me. Maybe hug me. Offer me condolences as I put myself back together in this cold world. It’s not personal, it’s simply the only way I’ve learned to protect me, and keep myself somewhat whole.

Perhaps readiness is only the courage to stay open. Even when the wind is carrying uncertainty, and damaged debris from a past still passing through.

I wait for you to notice me. I have never left your side my wings flutter above you softly, yet rapidly most times just out of sight. I have been praying for your softness to come back to the light. So we might be able to sit, talk and laugh for a while. I am always here for you. So, remember me and perhaps one day we’ll kiss again.

Depression is a thief who first steals all of your color and then, somehow convinces you there was never any color at all.

Settling doesn’t look good on anybody, you especially. I dare you to take the risk. I double dare you to set yourself free finally.

I hate when people touch me. Do not touch me, don’t even think about it.

I unfold, even where I once hid the most. Can you see me?

I really keep to myself I’m so private, so exclusive. People want to hang out with me, I just can’t do it.

I long to find all of my joy that I seem to have misplaced. I search frantically underneath my couch cushions, I check the pockets of my unworn jackets. I even walk in circles trying to retrace my steps, wondering how far I’d wandered from myself.

I rise slowly like dawn quiet, but unstoppable.