The car was slow and the trip was going to be long. By my side, my grandmother was falling asleep while looking at the window. The driver chose to bring us through a different route, and in this one the scenery was tender.

I was hypnotized by the branches of the trees around us. They felt like the patterns in cobwebs, which was fitting for we were slowly sinking deeper in that grassy terrain, surrounded by the stillness in the dance of the Earth. The sky was grey, but it did not matter; the trees were green. It was quite beautiful to see that particular space, and I wished to be the sunrays that struggled to come through the skies more than what my current role was: the smoke out of the exhaust pipe, the asphyxiation of the body of the land.

I stared at the green and grey and lost myself while listening to shoegaze, and from the fog of that cold day I desired to be asleep in static peace, gathering the remains of my physical appearance as it slips away from the skeleton of my soul. Does it make sense? It was just a grey day. What has happened to me?

Is this the sign of something missing? When I find the patterns of creation to be stretching under the grass like worms, does this mean I reach for the ground while the world reaches for the Sun? What is missing from this perfect view, tainted with grey like chocolate toppings taint an ice cream?

I looked at my side and saw my grandmother. She was awake, looking at the window. Oh, she saw the world grow up as much as she saw me do the same. Perhaps she taught the world how to be so kind and beautiful, as it tried to recreate her soul. As it tried to honor the love it received from her. That was why the trees were so green, and even the grey sky was another color for the rainbow. At that moment, she was in the veins of the Earth, the blood in the careful hands of a keeper. And I was sure that once she smiled, like she often does, the sky would be clear again.

About the text: I’m going to visit a friend tomorrow and will be away for a while. So, just to not leave you all alone for all that time, I decided to publish this little thing I wrote on my journal while going to a doctor’s appointment with my sleepy grandma.

Once I come back, I’ll start writing reviews for some albums and try to keep some regularity with this on Nightporter. Maybe I’ll write something new while on my friend’s house as well. There are a lot of new things coming and I hope you’ll enjoy!!

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