My journey through yesterday
My journey through yesterday


My tears are soaked in the scarf I bought last winter
I wish I could tear it apart
But I can’t, as it brings back the memories of me smiling
I still have the chits we wrote in the back pocket of my bag
They talk about the dreams we want to achieve in the future
I wish to laminate them, keep them on the top shelf
The orange juice I spilled on my white shirt
It doesn’t get cleaned at all, but I still wear it
Because I could afford a shirt like that, but not a memory
When I forget to turn off the kitchen lights
I decide to lean on the headboard every night
And wonder when it’s turned off, would the candle be burned out too
I want to see the northern lights from Antarctica at least once
I want to see the Deception Islands in Atlanta
My wishes make me wonder about my day dreaming desires
Can I still find the bracelet I dropped on the road during Christmas
I don’t want it back, but I want to see it one last time
Do you call it longing or infatuation?
I still remember in April when cheers erupted
But why is this Octob
er so gloomy
It feels like the attention seekers want empathy
My earphones were all entangled, too impatient to sort them out
I ripped them apart like east and west
But I mended it back instead of buying new ones
Because scars are more beautiful than any glow
When the drawer screeched while opening, I pretended to be deaf
Because I didn’t want to buy a new one
As the old one fits more stuff than anyone
My desk still has the alphabet writings I practiced
When I could barely spell splendid
Even now though I misspell it as overextended
The coffee marks on my cup are worn out
Thankfully my insecurities have been burned out
I don’t care if you think I’m really loud
Atleast I can lead myself alone in a crowd
My bare hands are warmer than when in gloves
My sweatshirts are better than my high necks
At least I’m honest even when the summer’s gone
Memories, they are scattered in my Artery Lake
And I have them with me to cherish, and the desire for new ones to be made
And these are my memories from yesterday.