HOME

This is the home for Maracci`s Blog...

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

WHAT IS LOVE?

Image
What is love? I could say love is when he looks at you, when he holds your hands, love's everything he was but he did it because it was also beneficial to him. Love's putting someone first, being selfless, stupid for a person. But then, you could love yourself and be selfish, would that still be love? Dang, I'm hitting a spot in your brain. I could say I've experienced love before, because they said it'd make you happy,  beautiful, wanted, and everything pretty. I once felt those things. Love made me happy, and tore me apart. I'd stand in front of the mirror and stare back at my red eyes, the colour believed to denote love, was that why my eyes were red? Love brought me happiness and also sadness. It ended in tears, just like they said it would. * inserts sad laughing emoji if that exists.* I went ahead and made a conclusion. Love is beautiful, sad, happy, confusing, and confusing. Love is many things, but most of all, Love is beauti...
Read more

At the dinner

This night, I was his date to his departmental dinner. Harry was dressed in a black tux, no tie, no suit, just ironed black pants and his polished black shoe. Since his place was closer to the venue, I met him there. Bridgette gave me the advice, the one that was getting harder to heed to everyday. The one where she told me to lock it up because he wasn't my boyfriend anymore. I had laughed at her tone, but as I stood in front of him that night, I prayed for forgiveness because I knew I was going to sin. His pupils looked darker, it was the same way they had looked last two months when we were still a couple and he'd kiss me in bed. The way he looked at me now was exactly how he looked at me when he'd spread my legs open with just his knee. I tightened my hold on my black purse.  "You look really good." His voice pierced into whatever wall of silence that had enveloped us. I simply smiled back in response. "You ready?" He asked after he ...
Read more

Depression in a nutshell

The moment of peace, you say you needed a rest so you're taking it now. You don't want to think about anything but somehow you catch your self thinking. Little yous in your head are having a conversation and you're forced to take the seat, at the head of the table. 'let's listen to them, it shouldn't take a minute'. They introduce the doubts, ask you if you're happy. You think and realise you aren't happy. They remind you of everything you couldn't get, they remind you of the losses. I wish you never listened to them, I wish you had an argument with them. You'll sink in for a while then dismiss the meeting. It continues. Today's meeting is different, you're not at the head of the table. The l ittle yous in your head which you've come to realise are your demons have taken their seat and the wheel. You don't want to listen but somehow you're caged to the spot. They go over everything, tell you you're a lose...
Read more