Yesterday is the past; something I should leave in the past.

Sometimes when you hear a song, or smell a scent, and it takes you back. To some random memory. Happiness or agony etched upon your face. The moment will always slip away, even if you want it to stay, or if you're silently screaming for it to leave. It always floats away back into another time, back into the far off lands of your mind.

That happened to me today, I was walking through the hallway. My teacher had asked me to take something across the school. Walking through the empty corridor my nose picked up a certain scent; the smell before it rains. I let it pass, it had been raining so much lately. I didn't think anything of it. Until I looked outside and the sun shinned brightly in my eyes. I closed my eyes to get rid of the sun spots. I couldn't move, my body anyway. For there was a world happening behind my eyes. Before I knew it a memory had resurfaced. I was transported back to another time. After a time, I could move again and I slowly made my way to class. The memory slipped away from my grasp, like water flows out of cupped hands.

The only thing is, it wasn't MY memory. I have never done what I remembered doing. Was it something else? Something that WILL happen? I only have those in dreams. I know that my memory will come true. So can I even call it a memory? I'm not even sure at this point. I know we're linked, somehow through time, and things I don't quite understand. That's the only way how I could have seen what I saw, or remembered what I remembered. Am I loosing my mind slowly? At this point I'm not entirely sure.