Walking Through Those Familiar Places

Walking through those familiar places,

Old, calm and at peace.

With nothing to do.

Alone and empty.

An empty person in this empty world.

Nature in my gaze.

It’s mere existence without realisation,

Without reason, without knowing.

Walking in familiar the memories and mirages.

Flashes of a time once been,

The sun once shone.

A shadow once placed.

All left, and passing, when walking through those familiar places.