TimeWalk

I emptied the big data from my little brain.
The clock stops clicking. Time is frozen.
My walking shoes are resting.
Walking through time is a silent game and exhausting.
As I walk, the past flashing by from the corner of my eyes,
the drama and the trivial ones.
The faces known and unknown zoom in and out from all corners silently like a silent movie.
There is no sound but the flying faces and retrieving landscape above and under me in display.
Now I’m back to reality from the invisible virtual tour to the others. I left no traces but my foot prints.
It’s not the end, but just the beginning.