http://www.flickr.com/photos/krikorianm/5725789062/
i don't even know how close or far i am from his original idea, but that's not the point...
i love it when artworks inspire me...
so here goes...
The Edge:
I stepped aside and let the flow through
Steadily gazing
At the pieces it washed on its way
Didn’t try to hold anything back,
Took an effort…
Yet I ruined another instance of luck…
How was it that you never came back?
How was it that you left me this worthlessness?
I stepped ahead and moved around the truth
Hungrily inhaling
All the scents and remnants of your stay
Didn’t notice it led me back to this place,
Damp and hazy…
How is it that I can’t escape your ghost?
How is it that I can’t hurl back your memory?
I stepped away and came back to the edge…
Hands free this time,
Hands free…
