Chaos with Cait

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

In the rubble I found a language only healing understands.

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...

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.

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...

Fear said stop. I whispered no, then I shouted it.

I have learned that love is not a rescue, only a meeting place for two whole hearts.

There is a hollow inside me, a quiet cavern that no voice reaches, no laughter stays, and no love lingers long enough to fill. The hollow...

Her body remembered what she outgrew. Her soul remembers what she rose for.

My bones feel borrowed, as if someone else signed the lease on my skin.

Today I stitched myself together with whispers that things can change

There are nights when silence feels like a predator, waiting behind every door frame, breathing in rhythm with my own. I eat dinner with...

The house was never just walls, it was a battlefield. Rooms echoed with slammed doors, with secrets whispered behind palms, with bottles...

I am the laugh caught in a throat full of sorrow, both, light and shadow braiding themselves whole.

Do not confuse my fire for something you can hold; I was never meant to burn politely.

Summer slips quiet as breath, sun-warmed skin already cooling, the laughter of July dissolving into the hush of September. I try to hold...

My map is a blur, ink bleeding into fog, yet my feet keep on moving.

My softness is barbed wire, you may enter, but only if I open the gate.