Chaos with Cait

I am satisfied with life. I do not just get by I thrive.

My ribs forget they were made to move. Breath becomes a rumor my body no longer believes in.

She’s always been such a kind soul the kind that made you feel like you were right at home.

I speak to the wind often. I ask where should I go next? And it answers me with movement only reminding me to dance, to flow, to freestyle for a change.

The unknown lures me, because it is the only place I still feel infinite.

One day, I will look back at the ruin and understand the trembling was not my breaking, it was the ghost of the person I had to leave behind.

My attitude is vicious, it bites, barks and leaves people all scarred. I wish it wasn’t this way. However, I do not trust easily and on normal days I am still in pain. I struggle to let you close to me, I snip at your hand the moment it reaches out. Don’t see me. Please ignore me. Maybe hug me. Offer me condolences as I put myself back together in this cold world. It’s not personal, it’s simply the only way I’ve learned to protect me, and keep myself somewhat whole.