Chaos with Cait

The world calls it delusion and yet, I like to call it devotion; to the impossible, to the maybe, to the yet to be.

Uncertainty seduces me, its mouth tastes like lightning.

I move through morning like a feather caught in a breeze, untethered, drifting, and drawn forward by something I do not need to name. The...

Breathe. The stars have already conspired for your becoming.

I hunger for love. I hunger louder than their cannons, louder than their venom, louder than the knives they set upon my plate. I will not...

I am starving. Every day, starving. The world sets the table, silver platters gleaming, Knives and fork’s polished with venom. Hate is...

It doesn’t take you all at once, It nibbles. A half night’s sleep here, a fragment of appetite there, a rib of laughter you can’t quite...

It began quietly, not with parades, not with speeches, but with the simple sound of doors opening. Neighbors met in the street, their...

Life feels different, when your mind understands that your body is simply an hourglass. Sand, slipping through unseen fingers, each grain...

The past lies below me, heavy, and still whispering.

Breathing is my quiet rebellion, my softest survival song.

Curiosity opens doors that logic never finds. Logic draws the map, but wonder steps off the path. Curiosity is the doorknob to adventure.

She bled quietly, then bloomed louder than the wound.

Inhale, I remember who I am. Exhale, I release who I am not.

I breathe, not just in and out, but through. Through ache, through hush, through all the nights I held my breath to survive. I breathe,...

I don’t know peace like I knew pain, but I’m learning. The quiet still startles me. The joy feels foreign, but I let it stay. Some part...

Light does not force the dark away, it waits, the light holds its breath until you’re ready to open your eyes.

Children are the keepers of tomorrow. hands sticky with dreams, and eyes wide enough to hold the whole sky. Children run as if the earth...

What if it breaks me? What if I’m not strong enough to hold it, to hold me? What if I leap and the ground forgets to catch me? What if...

The first breath after breaking was not a roar, It was a whisper, a fragile yes in the rubble of all my no’s. It tasted like dust, like...