I want to freely fall
like the dried leaves,
-light and unafraid
to kiss their resting place.
This is but every leaf’s fate
-to accept a sudden descent,
to land on where
it will meet its end.
Their space
of possession
-a home, where time
will slip to conclusion.
I want to freely fall.
Lightly,I will rest my heart
and kiss my ground
-where someday I will be found.
-Marylie C.
I laid to heart
all that I’ve hidden
under the sheets
of each passing day.
Tears that grew old
behind the lids
that kept them safe.
A soul full of patches
-cracks that almost bled
with all of what is left.
A restless mind
chained to the conditions of the present
whose escape is what’s ahead.
All these is what I am,
beneath this grace
that holds me firm.
I am but a loose soil,
kept in my Master’s pot
to not fall apart.
To not join the earth,
but to bear the fruit
of what He has planted.
– MarylieC.
I’m stuck between doing nothing and doing something. If I am to do something, I don’t know what I should be doing to keep my mind off the things that I am unconsciously thinking. This happens to me most of the time. The feeling that you’re thinking something but you’re not quite sure what it is. Maybe because you don’t like to face reality or to admit to yourself that there are parts of your now-life that you didn’t really want to happen. Or maybe you have questions that no matter how hard you try to search for the answers, you just can’t land on a logical explanation why you raised that question anyway.
And so I thought…maybe there’s no need for me to know the answer.
Maybe I should be more welcoming with what life throws at me or takes away from me.
It’s really hard to let something or someone inside my door. It could go to the extremes : once you’re in,there’s no way out OR never ever dare cross the line at all. But ofcourse, I am less stiff when it comes to real life. I am still finding a way how to get the right balance.
Maybe I should laugh more often and take off my seriousness blanket when I need to.
I am annoyingly serious, it hurts. I can’t even distinguish jokes from true statements.
Maybe I should live every passing day as my last.
As the cliche goes,we’ll never know when our end will come. To have not lived my life purposely is the greatest regret of my existence.
Maybe I should stop looking for reasons for me to do something.
Yes, sometimes, you just got to do them.
Maybe these maybe’s should stop being maybe’s.
For once marylie,be sure again. And do it.
…
Like a paper carried by the endless wind,
to places that it had never been.
Tossed and crumpled
from the corners to the sides,
each blow tore a portion
that were left behind.
Fragments that left traces
of the journey and the phases.
A reminder of past stories
and what are yet to happen.
-MarylieC.
Hushed Noise 