Chaos with Cait

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.

Hunger draped in silk, devouring without tasting.

She built a throne of mirrors, and bowed only to herself.

Gold in his fists, but the hollowness still howls.

Some days the light is not in the sky, it’s in the way someone says your name like it matters.