Falling

Niagara Falls

Niagara Falls, Canada


Das erste Mal bei den Niagarafällen, und als ich hinter den Horseshoe Falls in die Tiefe sah, war Fallen wie Fliegen - es machte keinen Unterschied mehr.
Und so sah ich in die Tiefe, breitete meine Flügel aus und prägte mir dieses Bild ein, damit ich es niemals mehr vergessen würde.
Hier war mein erstes Portal, das ich für die Reise brauchte.



Beau Cyphre / Art & Photography



You just went by, across a place with a beautiful monument, a brave rider on a horse. I thought about taking a picture, but I may have lost you, and so I didn't. I could take a shot later.
Later...
I felt sad thinking about the moment I'd take my picture, forever the same sad feeling after love, when love has gone.
Across another street, another wide open place with a lot of cars, and you walked faster. We're almost there!
I heard you whispering in my head, and I was excited now. I wanted you so much! And it would be great as long as it would last, this one thing I was sure about.
There was a path to the right, and it led into a little forest, a wonderful and romantic place. You turned around, and now you saw me for the first time. Was there a smile on your face? I guess so, and why not? Sometimes I'm beautiful.
My mother once told me: Life's all about decisions. And because love often comes out as a violent thing, I had to leave a lot of bodies behind.
There you go! Walls of stone to the left and to the right, and here's the secret pathway I waited for, you standing there in a corona of light. It's dark in here, and there's a strange smell, the smell of afterlife I know so well. But we're not done yet, and I'm sure you can hear me now, feel me now, see me soon right behind of you.

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