A Diary Requires No Formal Introduction:

No explanation can help another soul understand what makes the edit and what doesn’t in recollection.

Memory is transportation.

This diary is of another place in the universal plane, one that simply could never be reached. A beam of light disappeared on the sea. These vessels we carry know nothing of eternal beings. Nothing but performance.

There you are again, The dark eye in my dream.
The dark lock lost in a forest of keys.

And you-
      heartbreak, heartbreak, heartbreak.
O, annointing heartbreak!
You make me so important;
An underwater creature made from Storm and Light.

The music of your voice is waves crashing or
Sirens calling me to a place I don't belong

And now I-
human, human, human
Make oxygen myself
as grass and gleam and sheen.
All blue and fantastic as sea spirits are.

T. Clark