Did Yesterday's Mistakes Occur

I don't know Which way is home, Yesterday is kept in store By memory alone, The inaudible screams The motionless violence, They bounce in the emptiness Of utter silence, Truth and happiness oscillate But are not of the same sort, I'm lost between connotations But i seem to come up short On the perceptions of reality, There's no such thing as rewind But it feels a never ending torque Fueled by vague echoes of anguish Cherished recollections That race in a loop, intertwined, Locked into the inevitable Memories fade to a blur Everything bleeds into what now is Did yesterdays mistakes occur?