Organization

Yesterday lingers in the living room - its blue leaf pendant necklace on the table, its sweater and socks on the floor, its flowers beginning to wilt in their vase. It seems to have settled here.

As far as I know, that blue leaf plastic pendant will occupy this intersection in space forever, unless I evict it, pick it up, carry it back into the dim closet and make it live in some other point, Point B, maybe.

When people say, "the past is gone," or whatever else similar thing people say, is it from ignorance or humility that they deny their powers?