Maracci's Blog

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...

These days more byes are said and it's scary. Everybody's traveling, leaving each other's sight to a place they feel is safe,. For most of us, that is home, even if it logically isn't safe. I love it when we crack jokes about our newest rival, covid-19. I love to see the memes, I love to crack petty jokes about the pandemic, I love it when I'm with friends and we're all saying we aren't scared at all when in reality we are a second away from having that mental breakdown. Even if we aren't scared for ourselves, we're scared for those loved ones, we're scared for our parents that are more vulnerable to it. We're scared we might never have a chance to blow, or do couple goals with our husbands and wives...( this one is not my hand writing o) , or see our children and how stupid or smart they would become.  I see right through our jokes. When our lips strain from the laughter, it whispers the panic for a slight second. When we say we ar...

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...