Chaos with Cait

We call it progress. We call it freedom. We call it survival. But strip back the layers, and what festers beneath are the old sicknesses,...

Every headline tastes of ash, and every street corner reeks of rage. I watch people swallow hate like bread, and call it survival.

I want to stay. God, I really want to stay, but something in me trembles at the thought of forever, like it’s a door that might close too...

fall, hard, and heavy. Bones rattling, lungs empty. Lie there, listen to the dust settle, hear the silence that tries to name you...

The waiting room buzzes, fluorescent and cold, a place where suffering is barcoded, where every cough is a dollar sign, where a pulse is...

The unknown hums, a vast expanse without maps, without markers; only shadows and stars. Fear calls it empty, but hope calls it infinite....

Some people need to feel what loss feels like when the choice is no longer theirs. You are deserving of taking the ball into your own...

My voice did not arrive soft, It cracked through silence like bone through dry ground, trembling, unsure, a slow crescendo rising from...

I stitched joy into my scars, not to hide them, but to remind myself of how far I've come.

I’ve been told to toughen up since I could barely speak, as if kindness were a crack in the armor, as if softness made you breakable....

They said it was for peace, but peace never came. The only thing to ever come was, smoke and bodies, bodies with names that no one spoke...

Greed wears a tailored suit and dines on plates the size of continents. While, hunger sleeps in alleys, trembling under cardboard skies....

Ignorance can surely bring bliss, It is okay for you to go ahead and admit this. However, the world is on fire. Men, women and children...

I know that you flinch when they reach I know that trust for you, is a door that creaks from being slammed too many times. I see how you...