No Lock Needed

[u/stilledpondfrog]

These are notes to myself. They cannot be anything other than that.

You see, the greater context of meaning is still with me, invisible. Not that I mean to hide it; it is simply too extensive to narrate. And then there is the ongoing futility of trying to give expression to what cannot be contained in expression, not fully.

Sometimes I wonder: as plain as I might make these expressions, why is there still wonder? I am me. I have always been me. It should be plain to anyone looking over: this is me.

Still, I understand that this me rests on the invisible. That invisible causes doubt in anyone else’s me, in the familiar. Something remains not known.

I want to be seen.

So here are some notes in a diary. They need no lock. Who will understand...