Riding on the wind into a space where time doesn’t exist. Yesterday. Its paths, its choices, its rounds of applause – all gathered together in a neat bundle to be lost to the very hands of time which birthed it. A void, it seems…perhaps a black hole. Where memories are born because it is a time which no longer exists. For when looking upon it, we are indeed in a time beyond, never to grasp those feelings again. Never to behold those same majestic triumphs. Never to gaze upon our hearts in quite the same manner again. For it was yesterday.
As predictably the sun rises and sets, so too do the passing hours evolve into a day forgotten – a day which can never be gained, never be earned, and never be touched. A day that we might wish to frame to be remembered for eternity. Or a day that we might wish never to look upon again, cursing the very memory.
Yesterday. We have no choice in the matter. For today is where we stand, no matter how hard we try to bend the hands of time. No matter how much we may want to relive, or perhaps take back – it is lost. And if we were capable of returning to that precious point in time, would we indeed choose a different path? Or have the consequences born of that moment, turned our minds and forced us to grow, making us realize that no matter the desperation…yesterday must remain untouched?
Today is the eternity we longed for yesterday. Tomorrow is the forever we long for today. And this very hour must be lived with the knowledge that it can never be breathed again. For it too will be lost. It too will be but yesterday, riding on the wind into a space where time doesn’t exist.
