Chaos with Cait

My laughter is a spell, whispered into the fabric of the world. A soft incantation bending the spine of time, letting hours dissolve into sudden eternity, as moonlight gathers in the palms of my hands and ordinary moments bloom into constellations.

The moon speaks to me, she walks with me, she heals me. In all of the moon’s phases she is still so worthy. Even when only a sliver remains, she never doubts her place in the sky. She whispers that same truth to me, reminding me that even in my broken hours, I still shine.

The tide pulls, and I follow. A willing exile from the shores edge.

In a world so magical, so full of endless miracles I wonder how we became this. When was the day we traded green forests for grey horizons, clean rivers for plastic veins, fresh air for lungs full of smoke? I ask the universe.. Who gave us permission? Who told us the trees were ours to cut, the ocean ours to poison, the mountains ours to hollow out for another dollar? We act as though we own the Earth, yet our names are written here only for a moment. Mortality is inevitable,

I rebuild myself gently no rush, just truth.

I pack disappointment the way other people pack lip balm. A displeasure of self sits in my purse, like a special seasoning that I must sprinkle onto every meal. I find myself to be difficult, always ready for war. Except, the funny thing is, there is always only one person on the battlefield, me. I rip myself to shreds, like I used to tell the teachers my dog did to my homework. I am exhausting, two million thoughts a minute, and I must acknowledge all of them.

I didn’t know how brave I was, until I chose to stay for another breath. And then, another, and another.