My Disillusioned Self

Yesterday

It’s amazing the remnants of yesterday that appear in my head. Random images and feelings that have passed; Ideas barely remembered and lost in the darkness of time; Random images and experiences which will never be relived; Hopes devoured by desperation. Where does it go when nothing is left? Unfortunately the answer is not poetic. It is all lost, destroyed with the observer, filed away indefinitely to be forgotten, rotting in the future of timeless existence.