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 never answer back. Everyone says come home, but I don’t even know where that is anymore, or if I even deserve to arrive. Some nights, I wonder if being lost is the closest thing I have to belonging.

I rise, not because I want to, but because something inside me whispers: try again. The sheets on my bed still smell like sorrow, my bones still carry yesterdays problems. But I peel my body from the couch like bark from a broken tree. My mind says hide, my chest says fight, and my legs tremble with the ache of choosing life one more time. So I brace myself. I drink water like it’s salvation. I step into daylight half afraid, half hopeful, yet all becoming. I catch my breath,

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, iron bars built from expectation, from silence, from the heavy hands of those who told me how small I was allowed to be. But, my bones remember flight all to well, and my lungs remember wide horizons. Every inhale of mine is rebellion, every exhale, a plea to let me out, let me out, let me out. I am a restless river, I am a storm untamed, I am the rusted lock already breaking at the seam. I want to feel the wind carve its wildness into my skin, I wa

Storms split ancient trees, yet somehow the lineage lived on. This is your reminder that 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 melt first, their hands dripping like honey into the mouths of birds who sing in languages I almost remember. Buildings fold like paper swans. Highways turn to silver serpents, curling through skies painted with forgotten names. Somewhere, a train made of laughter climbs to the moon, and I climb with it, my body dissolving into the smoke of i

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 inside of me echoes with everything I’ve lost, each step pounds against the silence reminding me that I am both a body moving and a void lingering, a vessel that leaks even as it drinks. I have tried to pour the world inside work, touch, beauty, faith and still the void waits, patient as winter, unmoved by my desperate offerings. Some days

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

Today I stitched myself together with whispers that things can change. There is always hope at the end of the day.

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.