Chaos with Cait

Your ribs are a cathedral where galaxies sing.

She bled quietly, then bloomed louder than the wound.

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

There is a silence that comes after losing, not the soft kind, but the kind that presses your chest into the floorboards, the kind that...

I stand at the edge of everything I've ever wanted, and hesitate.

I do not know what waits around the bend. My bones tremble with every almost. What if I lose? What if I bloom? I pack my fear in silence,...

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.

You thought she was a locked door, but she was an ocean trench, your key would never fit.

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

I have grown, to be many different versions of myself through life. Each chapter bringing to the surface, Something new.

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

The doctors call me a question mark, they study my charts as if the answers might rise from paper and ink, then spill out a neat...

I unlearned survival just enough to let love linger without needing a reason.

I said yes to the silence I needed. Yes to the mirror, even on the days it shook. Yes to my softness, even when the world called it...

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,...

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

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...