Chaos with Cait

I am a shadow wearing a name that no longer fits. I drift through the days like a ghost searching for her skin, touching mirrors that...

I rise, not because I want to, but because something inside me whispers: try again. The sheets still smell like sorrow, my bones still carry yesterday, But I peel my body from the bed like bark from a broken tree. My mind says hide, my chest says fight, my legs tremble with the ache of choosing life one more time. I drink water like it’s salvation. I step into daylight half-afraid, half-hopeful, all becoming. There is no glory in this. Only grit. Only breath. Only the quiet d

Dream a little dream. Hum the tune of a song. Feel what you need to feel, that is what we are here for.

There is a cage inside me, bars built from expectation, from silence, from the heavy hands of those who told me how small I was allowed...

Storms split ancient trees, yet their roots hum underground; strength survives unseen.

I wear my smile like a rented coat; it fits, but never feels like mine.

Sleep takes me sideways, not down, not inward, but into a river of color where the noise of the world fractures into prisms. The clocks...

There is a hollow inside me, a quiet cavern that no voice reaches, no laughter stays, and no love lingers long enough to fill. The hollow...

Her body remembered what she outgrew. Her soul remembers what she rose for.

Today I stitched myself together with whispers that things can change

The house was never just walls, it was a battlefield. Rooms echoed with slammed doors, with secrets whispered behind palms, with bottles...

Summer slips quiet as breath, sun-warmed skin already cooling, the laughter of July dissolving into the hush of September. I try to hold...

The sun keeps me, e ven when I am drowning in shadow, she waits; golden, patient, unblinking, a steady hand stretched across the sky. I...

The moon is not silence, she is a pulse, a secret drum beating behind the sky, drawing oceans to her hips, pulling our blood like tides,...

The world unbuttons itself at night. Mountains fold into feathers, oceans climb the air like vines, and cities soften into rivers of...

Once, I begged to be chosen. Now, I choose myself; daily.

Dreams rotted in the corners, while silence ate the clock.

He burned the world to prove his fire was real.

A mouth that never closed, swallowing joy until it soured.

Her eyes bled green, turning every garden into ashes.