We sat at the edge of the horizon, staring at the bright lights dancing on the surface of the blue sea. I asked her, "so what made you this way?" There was a long pause. She lifted up the palm of her hand against the sun and began to watch its light streaming through the gaps of her fingers. "You know" she said, "Things are never the way they seem to be". She then continued " I met an angel once". "He lived in a desolate land, lifeless and barren. He was beautiful, his smile would light up the darkness around him. And his presence radiated warmth, enough to melt the coldest iceberg. We met in the desert northern wind and He told me stories of red, blue and yellow, purple and magenta. He added rainbow into this clear, invisible glass house I lived in.
We spent our days telling each other stories. And in the nights we lay down on the cold grass, watching the stars and travelled into each other's soul. As much as our stories were shiny and bright, the soul lived in this lowly earth, grey and dull. And they needed something to hold on to, something to hope for, to live for and to die for. So with each passing second we stitched words together and built ourselves a glorious castle decorated with moments, pieces of songs and dreams. This castle will redeem us, it will bring our souls out of the depth of darkness into this bright shimmering light of stories that we've told our selves. We will be transformed into the beauty that we have believed in.
There was a moment of silence after she said this. I saw the clouds gathering at the far end of the sea and I could smell rain in the breeze . "So what happened next?" I asked. And she said, "One winter season, as we were walking on the snow, he let go of my hand" "He told me that he needed to fly away, that he could no longer build this castle with me. Because if he were to live in this beautiful, glittery paradise we've created, he would have to become something that he was not. He would need to deny the darkness and desolation, which was the only world he knew. And if he let go of it, he might as well cease to exist. Then he left without much fanfare, quietly as he came"
She then touched the small of her back, where her wings used to be. She gazed straight towards the sea and said to me "It is not until you have lost everything you have, everything you have ever loved that you understand how free you are"
I looked up, and the first droplets of rain kissed my face
