Chaos with Cait

My touch lingers like honey on the tongue, a sweetness that burns long after it’s gone.

Soft does not mean breakable, It means I choose not to shatter you. My tongue is lethal and my words will eat you, if I so choose.

Ew. Your face, it sickens me. I can’t unsee the lie you wore so well. I’ll never look at you the same. Not now. Not after the truth slipped through your smile.

Dream a little dream. Hum the tune of a song. Feel what you need to feel, that is what we are here for.

Some will not understand. But, that is proof you are speaking a rare language. Dare to be different.

She sees him standing across the room shoulders broad, carrying more than just muscle. The world says men don’t break, but she see’s the hairline cracks in his laughter, the pauses between his words. He is careful with his heart, like it’s a fragile heirloom no one taught him how to hold. He worries about saying too much, or not enough about being too forward, or too invisible. And she knows aside from all of the myths told about men, that he is just a human, searching for a

I outgrew the cages you built for me. Now, watch me make the sky mine.

They called it necessary. Life-saving, they said I was lucky. I was reminded of how I should be grateful for the chance to live. But the doctors didn’t tell me what else would die in the operating room. They failed to mention, how they’d take the illness and with it, my womb, my chance, my womanhood as I knew it. They didn’t warn me about the silence that follows this type of procedure. The kind of silence that settles in your bones when your body is no longer home just afte

I bloom slow on purpose, every petal, deliberate. Every petal, mine.

There is a cage inside me, iron bars built from expectation, from silence, from the heavy hands of those who told me how small I was allowed to be. But, my bones remember flight all to well, and my lungs remember wide horizons. Every inhale of mine is rebellion, every exhale, a plea to let me out, let me out, let me out. I am a restless river, I am a storm untamed, I am the rusted lock already breaking at the seam. I want to feel the wind carve its wildness into my skin, I wa

I was not made for metal skies and clocks that scream time into my veins. I was born of dew and dawns light, a creature of wing and whisper. And yet, here I am stumbling across concrete that does not bloom beneath my feet. The world does not believe in me anymore. They trade wonder for Wi-Fi, magic for money, starlight for screens. And still, my aura hums electric, still my hands trail sparks when I touch what others call ordinary. It is lonely, to be a fairy in a world that

Yesterday’s dreams don't fit today’s bones, but I still carry their echo.

Storms split ancient trees, yet somehow the lineage lived on. This is your reminder that strength survives unseen.

I am both a doorway and distance, longing and retreat, I am a heartbeat unsure of its next step.

In the rubble I found a language only healing understands. It speaks to me gently, I let it guide me we walk together, hand in hand.

Inhale the ache, the memory, the weight of what was. Exhale the grip, the ghost, the need to pretend. Breath is my anchor. Breath is my rebellion. Each inhale: I choose to stay. Each exhale: I learn to let go. I am not just alive, I am becoming. I am not just surviving, I am rising.

I wear my smile like a rented coat it fits, but never feels like mine.

The greatest show of gratitude is to live today as though the gift might vanish by dusk.

My tears are not weakness they are rivers making space for tomorrow. Where my shadows dance among forgotten days.

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