Chaos with Cait

Your doubt is too small a weapon to pierce my becoming. I rise again, even after the ashes.

She is a waterfall disguised as patience, a mountain wearing softness. The world calls her a contradiction, and yet magic calls her balanced.

Society taught me that shrinking was polite. So now, I choose to be loud, on purpose. I have no desire to fit in, or shape shift to fit into molds. I have a story to tell, and it will be my way that it is told. I am tired of shrinking, sick of second guessing my own voice. Our society needs new diverse voices, and so I bravely share mine.

I am not of this world, yet this world clings to me just as ivy clings to a crumbling wall.

You were supposed to be my anchor. Instead, you became the silence I learned to live inside. A mothers love, they say it shapes you, teaches you the language of safety, even gives you a map for conquering the world. But, what map was I given when you folded yours away and walked out of sight? I built myself from absence. Every triumph, a solo celebration every heartbreak, a weight I carried alone. I carried all of my burdens alone waiting for your voice to steady me, but it n

Hope doesn’t ask for certainty. Hope only asks that you stay soft, long enough to listen. It is okay to become a “delusional” believer. Trust in yourself, have faith and life will soon become clearer.

I am no longer afraid of being seen the light can have me, all of me

I have laid down my sword. The war no longer needs my fire. So If this is surrender, let it be gentle. A soft return to myself.

In a world full of sirens and slammed doors, we chose each other. Two steady heartbeats beneath the thunder, refusing to drown.

Fairy girls can never be owned. We are hard to catch and impossible to hold. Dreamers with wide wings and hearts lit like lanterns in the wind, dancing in colors no hands can follow. We are a haunting sweetness never lost, never yours. Just never meant to stay.

The thought of you pulls at me like gravity in a room with no exit.

I have seen the sky open after the longest storm. That is why I stay. I stay, to keep on witnessing the beauty of the world. I dive headfirst into the unbelievable, where I swim laps with the unsure. I laugh, I float & I do my best not to sink. I tread lightly, knowing the universe has something special waiting for me.

The glass is fragile but the sand is endless, and unafraid. Time is always ticking and yet, it is not about what you’ve lost, but where time could take you instead. So be fragile, be endless, be unafraid.

Lost, I may be. Yet, found I always am. And so, even the stars envy the way I keep circling back to wonder.

I am what feels to be a hopeless romantic. I do not just crave love, I crave the softness that makes the world feel survivable.

I know that there is always room for wonder. I know that there is always time for beginning again. I won’t.. let anybody tell me anything different.

I wonder about it all. I wonder why everything is the way that it is. I wonder if what we know, is even true. I wonder if there is room for change in life’s game. I wonder about the different outcomes in different circumstances, and how they vary for both me and you. I wonder about people’s internal worlds. I wonder about all of the things they could have gone through. I wonder about this timeline and the role that I play in it. I wonder so much that my brain is always worki

I kissed the corner of my no’s goodbye, and carved yes into the marrow of my bones. I have decided to let go, to trust and to let things flow. I once held my “no’s” so tightly. Afraid of what could come if I tried things differently. I was so stuck in my own ways, but thankfully not any longer. Now, I dance in the rain, and simply enjoy life’s wonders. This life is mine. And my life is only once in a lifetime. So this is my claim to renew myself and try again.

My worth is not up for discussion, not even with myself. I know that I am magic. So there is nothing to debate about.

For once, I have chosen not to step back. Instead, I keep on choosing to stay.