Chaos with Cait

She stopped asking where to go, and started becoming the destination.

My soul was never meant to kneel at the altars of greed, where gold outweighs the weight of flesh, and mercy is bartered like scraps....

No words, just the gravity of leaning in. Your mouth, meets mine like it has been years in the making. And suddenly, all of the battles,...

Every boundary I build sounds like a hymn.

In my breath, wildflowers bloom. In my silence, storms are born.

Even silence carries seeds, and hope still grows in places we never water.

I bent. I broke. I bled quiet. Called it kindness. Called it love. Called it mine. But, no is a door. A shield. A spine. No is not cruel,...

Your ribs are a cathedral where galaxies sing.

My mind keeps a courtroom. Evidence stacked high, each mistake marked with neat handwriting and cold ink. My heart is no lawyer, it...

Hope, is a hand reaching toward the light, without proof that it will find the sun.

The cracks in me used to feel like weakness, now they’re stained glass, and the light dances through.

Joy has no edge, It moves through me like wind through a window; soft, certain, and everywhere at once.

I no longer flinch when someone reaches for me. That old instinct, to brace, and to retreat, has softened into stillness. Now, when you...

You carry battles I cannot name, yet I imagine how it would feel to lay my hands over your scars.

Bare feet, wet sand, the earth’s pulse, syncs with mine.

I caught myself smiling, a sudden skip in gravity, like laughter tripped and took me with it.

I walk the edge of the world, my shadow swallowed by an endless blue hunger.

I leaned into the silence and found it held me like a promise.

I feel inspired through sadness, and yet that is not entirely who I am made out to be.

The storm didn’t leave me clean, It left me open and, joy found it’s way in.