Chaos Driver

He doesn’t flinch when the world begins to shake.
While others scatter from the storm,
he listens —
to the rhythm beneath the roar.

He’s learned that chaos is not the enemy,
but raw material —
a wild element that, when held just right,
turns to calm in his hands.

When walls close in,
he widens the room with breath.
When voices rise,
he lowers his tone until even fire remembers stillness.

He doesn’t fight the current —
he redirects it,
finding the hidden logic in disorder,
the silent pulse under panic.

He is both anchor and tide.
Stillness does not come to him —
he creates it,
out of sparks, out of noise,
out of the trembling edge where others lose their way.

Some call him lucky.
Some call him fearless.
But he knows —
it’s not control that guides him,
it’s understanding.
And that’s why chaos obeys.

Chaos Driver by R-Day2199

R-Ḏæy:“Everything can be created on the Right Day; But it is up to the human to mantain it“

Chaos Driver by R-Day2199

R Day2199