Chaos with Cait

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

At first, it is only a shadow in the corner, you tell yourself it will leave, yet it nibbles at your mornings. Your coffee grows cold....

No words, just the gravity of leaning in. Your mouth, meets mine like it has been years in the making. And suddenly, all of the battles,...

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

Every boundary I build sounds like a hymn.

In my breath, wildflowers bloom. In my silence, storms are born.

Even silence carries seeds, and hope still grows in places we never water.

You cannot shrink me into your definition. I will not live inside your smallness.

She wandered through days that felt borrowed, her footsteps echoing in the wrong direction. The mirrors showed her a stranger, eyes...

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...

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.

I failed, and then I failed again, but each time, my spine grew straighter.

I used to run from softness. I didn’t trust it, I didn’t know how to hold what didn’t hurt. But this time, I stay. Not because the fear...

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

I bent. I broke. I bled quiet. Called it kindness. Called it love. Called it mine. But, no is a door. A shield. A spine. No is not cruel,...

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

She was not easy to know, but once you did, you never forgot how she made silence feel holy.

At first, I waited for the catch, for the crack beneath your calm. I’ve known love with conditions spelled in silence, and bruises shaped...

Wonder came back softly, not loud like lightning, but like light through leaves. I looked up and for once I didn’t brace for the fall. I...