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march 29, 2023the freedom of the sea calls to me. i am flooded with power and yet i wish to have none. the duties are endless - the responsibilities even more so. i know i am a fit king, though i worry i am not cut out for this role. i do not desire to sit on the throne and i do not deserve it. i long for freedom. i live for simplicity. i would not wish this on anyone.april 3, 2023the flowers began to bloom along the sides of the trails in ravka. the bright colors liven up the dead grass. soon it will be green and lush — i love the beginning of spring.april 7, 2023mal has been at sea for a long while now. i miss seeing his face around the palace. i wonder if he’s experiencing the freedom of being sturmhond that i so desperately long for. i know privateering was his calling - he fits the role much better than i ever did. i hope he’s staying safe. i need to ask him to stay docked longer for my own sake. he’s my medicine.april 15, 2023i found i am appreciating people more than i remember doing before. the curves of their noses and the passion in their voices when they speak about what they are passionate in. the way their hair falls in their eyes and their smile lines appear with the slightest grin. i love the view when the sun hits their hair or their eyes. my desire to paint portraits for remembrance sake grows every day. perhaps i’ll ask for a studio.
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art
there are no good kings
only beautiful palacesevery person i touch
costs me ten million i’ll never meet. persons and persons,
inside each
a palace on fire.he didn’t scream, just let his eyes water.
if i smile even a little: they start sharpening their swords.
and they’re right. this is no time for joy.this is no time. the palace burns.- kaveh akbar “the palace”
my heart is a home with many rooms
with empty spaces forepeople to stay,
and sometimes we are lucky and find ones
who remain with us even when they are away.while missing people is like being homesick,
i think this is how we are meant to live.
because we all have certain people
that for some reason feel like the safety of home.
it’s true that without them you might feel lonely
but at least you are not doing life alone.- rachel h “homesick”
there is loneliness in a crowd
but there is freedom in it too
the walls of the castle are made of stone - meant to last through eras of life. they’re unbothered by the outside world - constantly primed and painted to look presentable to everyone else. the outside knows the castle is strong. they know the castle can’t be broken.but on the inside, the stone is cracking; the foundation is crumbling. the walls of stone will soon come crashing down and the people will see the ugliness of the castle. they’ll see the cracks painted over and the insides spilling out.the castle was never unbreakable.i was never unbreakable.
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