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Pondering

Ever feel like you’re just floating? Like, you’re not sure if you’re coming or going? What’s up with that? Is it some kind of mental awareness I lack? Is it that I’m being whack? Fake diagnosing myself- a quack?

I know I’m better at certain things and I’m terrible at others. I like painting and writing, though I do like another. I like winning. I’m better at succeeding.

Setting goals and knocking ’em down, like bowling pins.

Maybe not succeeding the first time, so it’s time for more spins.

We gotta stop being hard on ourselves. If we don’t succeed the first time, that’s fine, we’ll know the rules next time.

I say that for myself, as well. I’d rather gain valuable knowledge, which is swell. There’s also timeless experience, with no clocks or bells.

The goal is to change my negative beliefs and grow. Morphing into an Oscar winning actor – positively giving quite the show. I know life isn’t easy, and that’s okay. I’d rather be an action packed series, with a new storyline everyday.

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Mixture of Dreams: Part Trece (TV Edition)

Fall is upon us. The Giant is very excited! All of his favorite shows are coming off of hiatus – he is so delighted! There’s many shows that he’s waiting for. Batwoman and Legacies are bringing up new lores.

The Giant decided to invite his friends, Xena and Spartacus, over to watch the magical TV box. Amazing they thought, that the magical box could talk. The Giant put on the CW show Arrow. The warriors enjoyed the fighting. Xena thought the “green warrior” was exciting. Spartacus didn’t think he was frightening. Though, they both raved about the slicing.

Night came about…and his guests were falling asleep on the couch.

The Giant thanked his friends for coming, and he happily walked them out. So tired, he knew sleep was coming about. He climbed in bed, with 13 Reasons Why, dreams filled his head. One being he was exhausted, and sleep he spotted. Good night and sweet dreams, you wonderful legendary writers. This Giant, hopes you all have a great night, especially the marvelous subscribers!

Mixture of Dreams: Part Twelve (TV Edition)

Once Upon A Time — This Giant used to be obsessed with that show. Every Sunday night, The Giant made sure to watch, with hope. Hope that everyone got their happy endings, and lived happily ever after. The Evil Queen taught us How To Get Away With Murder, becoming unoffending, and filled with laughter. The Giant loved watching Snow White and Prince Charming fight. Their love was like Black Lightning- full of light.

The Giant was wearing his colorful tunic, and rocking in his favorite green rocking chair. His eyes were as red as Archie’s (from Riverdale) hair. He decided to go to bed, as it was now night. Laying down, he started to lose sight. Dreams attacked his head. The Giant was seeing double. He even imagined Paw Patrol’s Rubble.

Good night and sweet dreams, you legendary writers! This Giant, hopes that you all have wonderful dreams, of your desires.

Dear Father

Dear Father,

I miss you everyday. Growing up without you has been tough. I don’t know if I became the man that you would’ve imagined, but I definitely tried to become the best man that’s possible. It’s been an obstacle. Not knowing what’s right or wrong. Grief eating at me, cracks in a song. A kid broken, with words unspoken.

I loved you with all of my heart. Though, as a young boy, I never quite valued your attention. As a teen, I felt like I needed you for ascension. Body changing, emotions phasing, and mind racing. Questions that I had. Curiosities like a fad. Man, I was so mad. I needed you! I missed you! I cried to the sky with emotions of blue. Candle after candle, I wished, and blew. Nothing occurred, nothing new.

An adult I became, and the days got easier. I was able to go on with your teachings, pushed to the front of my mind. The light shining on me, and I was no longer blind. I did the best that I could. I observed. I learned. I defeated every obstacle, and gained new knowledge. You’d be proud, I released the bondage! I know you’re always with me, dad. I’m no longer sad. My blood is your blood. I am your blood. You’re always with me. I’m accompanied, always, by your gift of red love.

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