My name is Mariska, and I write not just with my hands, but with everything I carry in my heart. This space is the culmination of years spent observing, living, and yearning to articulate the quiet, powerful truths that often slip between the lines of everyday life. If you’re here, perhaps you feel them too. I’m 28, married, and driven by a simple mandate: to be real. You’ll find my personal blog entries here—snapshots of joy, struggle, and the beauty of finding home in a life shared. You’ll also find short stories crafted from imagination, poems that try to bottle up raw feeling, and a deep appreciation for language, which is where my proofreading focus comes in. I believe that if you’re going to speak from the soul, those words deserve to be clear, clean, and perfectly placed. Consider this an open-ended conversation. Thank you for stepping into this space with me. I genuinely can’t wait to get in touch and hear what you think.
* Get to know the person before the first date (If online take a few weeks to chat) * Tell at least 3 people ( Mom, Dad, Siblings and or friends etc). That you are meeting said person. * Tell time and place to 3 trusted people also have set time you will be home * Never meet in a private place for a first date * Public place (Movies, Mall, crowded restaurant) * Don't let them pick you up or drive you home on a first date (Get to know them first) * Don't let them know where you live in case they are a stalker (Know them for a bit first) * Whoever asked who out is who pays * No obligation to do a second date if you aren't vibing * Be honest don't play games if you didn't mesh together
You walk beside me creeping up inside, Not knowing secretly I'm dead inside . You knew I was lying, I never laid there before. How could I tell you... I've felt this a thousand times before ? And watched the hopeful little spark you lit Be snuffed by truths I dared not now admit. My smile, a mask, rehearsed and worn so well, Hiding the broken tales I cannot tell . So close we move, yet centuries apart, My empty shell protecting my lost heart. Forgive the ghost that holds your caring hand, I'm trapped in silence, in this barren land .
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