Needless Things: Wherever I Go Chaos Always Seems To Follow

Like smoke to fire, like shadow to flame, Trouble knows me well—it calls me by name. I walk through silence, still winds, calm skies, but leave behind storms of disproportionate size.

Doors I open creak with doubt, Even peace seems to reroute. Plans unravel wherever I've tread, Calm turns crimson, blue turns red.

Wherever I go, the calm won't stay, The quiet peace just slips away. A careless word, a fleeting glance, And suddenly the shadows dance.

I never ask for things to break, But still, the ground begins to quake. A gentle touch turns into flame, And nothing near me stays the same.

I’ve tried to hide, I’ve tried to run, To chase the light, outpace the sun. But storms are stitched into my skin, They rise each time I breathe them in.

The ones I love, I push away, Not out of choice, but fear they’ll stay. And watch the world collapse and fall, Just standing near me through it all.

It’s not a curse I chose to keep, It haunts me even in my sleep. A silent echo in my chest That never lets the silence rest.

I long to build, I try to heal, But chaos walks with every deal. And when I speak, it twists my voice— As if destruction is my choice.

So now I wander, cold and slow, Afraid of what my hands might sow. Not evil, yet not fully free, Just wreckage where my soul should be.

Not chased by fate, not led by sorrow— But chaos, still, is what I borrow. For in my bones, a storm is sown, And even God won’t claim His own. NNN