Sol

Dress: FreePeople; Photos by Carlee Komar

This is a story of a girl.  A girl who’s heart was made of sunsets.  She loved a boy, who’s eyes were made of moonlight.  Together they stood on the edge of the world, overlooking the deep blue sea.  As she gazed into his eyes, he spoke the words she longed to hear.  “I belong to you,” he whispered, as the words carried through the wind, falling on the ears of clouds.  He reached out and grabbed her hand, delicately knotting a string around her finger.  It was a reminder that no matter the distance between them, he would always be tied to her.  As he began revealing all the mysteries of his heart, the girl vanished into thin air.  A violent gust of wind had carried her away, tumbling her through the sky.  You see, the sky wanted to possess the girl like it possessed the sun, the moon and all of the stars - vowing to love her better, than the boy ever could.  

As the girl traveled through time and space, the wind that tore her from the earth, finally surrendered her body to a cloud, where she laid transformed.  Sparkling.  The rays of sunlight had woven pink into her hair, and kissed her skin golden, with the scent of heaven.  There, she laid her head to find her dreams, and fell asleep.  For even though her heart was made of sunsets, it belonged to a boy, who's eyes were setting.

The boy didn’t know what happened to the girl.  As the night turned into day, and the day turned into a week, and a week into a month, and a month into a year - and a year into a century - the boy waited on the edge of that cliff for her return.  He battled all the elements of the sky - from the scorching heat to the numbing cold.  From torrential downpours of rain to passionate bursts of wind - he never faltered.  Instead, he endured, no matter how weathered or weary he had become.  His heart lived for her return...
When the girl finally awoke, high amongst the clouds, she could see the boy.  Waiting, where she was taken from him.  She screamed his name!  She waved her arms frantically, and jumped up and down. But it was no use.  The boy could not see her.  The boy could not hear her...  
She became so tormented watching him from afar, noticing the moon rise and fall in his eyes night after night.  The girl looked down at her hand, as a tear fell from her eye onto earth, and  she remembered the string.  Still tied.  Still whole.
She was growing restless, desperately wanting him to know that she watched over him, and that she loved him infinitely.  So, every morning and every night, she collected all the particles of light and scattered them across the sky, painting him all the stories of her heart.  
Day after day, the boy stood on the edge, watching the changing colors of the sky up above.  He began to live for these moments of rises and sets.  For, they spoke to him in ways that only he could understand.  Each one entered his soul, bringing peace to fill his missing pieces.  They were the passion, the fury, the beauty, and all the subtleties of the love the boy had come to know.  Of the love he lived for.  Of the love he thought he lost…


"All Things All at Once" - Tired Pony