A life lived in those quiet, fading moments of the past rarely says anything; rather, it is felt in a lingering touch. It is seen in a smile that never turns away, or in those softly spoken words. Yet our spirit is chained to that hollow feeling that has filled our days, consuming hours of our lives. Making yesterday more important than today.
We listen to the words spoken by our roaming inner voice and hear the message that consumes our being daily. Life is in transition, and we are caught between the gift of yesterday and the gift of today. We travel on a road that has yet to be built. Our destination is measured not in distance but in those lost moments where we reach for life’s map, hoping to find a way back.
Life can be crushed between what love is and words yet to be spoken. We long to hear the message, yet we dare not ask for it. So much of our life is heard and not felt. We travel on a merry-go-round of feelings. Our hearts wade through a library of time in search of that moment when life’s walk was not measured in distance.
The unforgettable part of living in yesterday’s world was how simple life was. We were so overwhelmed with the daily changes in our lives that we failed to realize how important those neglected memories would be to our future. Now we spend untold moments in our waning days trying to relive those gifts that time has kept track of. It feels like the weight of the moon writing a love letter on Saturday night.
And then:
I walked by the glow of yesterday’s world without appreciating its light.