A Glimpse Of The Past

A glimpse of the past. Something that always catch my attention.

I love old architectures and old buildings. Love to touch them or just put my head near and listen to the sound that the wind blows between the wall and my ears.

Sometimes it brings the sound from the past with it. Whispering sentences in a language that I don't understand, melodies of songs that I never heard, or laughters along, or just a silence that creates void to all the noises around.

To think of what it has witnessed all along, from the years where I haven't even born, to now.

A glimpse of the past, what we will be part of one day.

A glimpse of the past, just like us.