FALLING WITH HIS BACK ON THE GRASS

He hadn’t set foot on her planet for about a quarter to eight years. He had sworn to himself that he wouldn’t come back for her. Now there were no other options. She had started doing all those things that she shouldn’t. She spread evil to all the others but him. Never on him. He knew it. He searched in every speck of stardust for his ego, in every super nova. In vain. Only he could stop her. Only in his arms would she find peace. Only he could get her out of the way. He started preparing for the trip. The trip to her world that he had missed a lot and had struggled with himself to get it out of him. He gathered all  the letters that he had written to her without sending them. He tied them all together and he had a fragile ladder made of smudges, corrections, insignificant and significant words. A ladder that would bring him to her for just one night. That’s what he needed. To get all the strength it took not to resist her.

At dawn he grabbed the paper ladder and he began to glide from the commas, the brackets, the quotation marks and the dots, especially those. He slid reducing the distance that separated them. She would surely have hidden. She felt him coming. She had been waiting for him for infinite light years. The chase would be merciless. Until the knock out. His trip would end abruptly. The letters were not enough for landing. He didn’t estimate it. The ladder was about to dissolve in the air. He tried to prepare himself for the fall. He could see a green field almost touching his feet. He wrapped himself up letting go the last letter from a small piece of paper. He fell with his back on the grass.

The soil was wet. He felt the humidity on his body with a small numbness. The pain was imperceptible. The oblivion was endless. Her presence was everywhere. He could smell her in the air. He was finally in her world in the most unusual way. He had to find her. To tame her like he once had. His body still remembered all those he had tried to forget. It was just a matter of time. He stayed lying down like that for a while. As long as it took to bring her image in front of him. He caressed the grass unconsciously. A sense of grounding and redefinition. He rolled on the grass like a child in an area that he had only for him and his thoughts. He let himself completely in the moment and fell in her trap. The game had already begun. A small stream in the middle of nowhere sucked him in its swirl. A wet burrow was there to welcome him in a game of chess with no rules. An undercurrent that he suspected very well where it would lead him. He continued to fall, in a sweet surrender…