When the sun sets, and the moon rises there is a glimmery-cast sprinkled across our horizon. A soft glow of white and a faint echo that you hear as the winds rush past us, through windows and through the cracks of doors...you feel settled, a smooth transition from the day that was and the night that is.
The glimmers of the moon fall like pixie dust and under the moon lies, "Kayla of the Moon". Kayla of the Moon is brave and electric, her smile is blinding and her soul is sweet. Kayla of the Moon knows no boundaries and she fears nothing. The glow of the moon on her skin enhances her, every ounce of creativity she bears is amplified resulting in masterpieces. Kayla of the Moon is normal, she can walk the streets and be oblivious to the people who turn their heads to stare, she is unafraid to speak her mind, and she possesses the complete confidence to show off her body, however she is not immune to imperfection. In fact, that imperfection is what makes Kayla of the Moon mesmerizing, so imperfectly perfect.
Under the moon, in the confines of these four walls, Kayla of the Moon flourishes. This room becomes a dance party--she loves the peanut butter and jelly song, it becomes a runway--she can't get enough of plaid skirts, and it becomes therapy--because even Kayla of the Moon can get down sometimes, in a world where she wants to feel so brave, she can't help but feel so small.
Though she is only in her room, it feels as though she can take over the whole world, no obstacles in her way.
The sun rises and burns her skin as it awakes her. The expected warmth of this powerful ball turns cold as it's concentrated on one area, that area takes over her whole being, her whole person. A slap in the face strikes her as she realizes that Kayla of the Moon is no more, Kayla of the Moon is but only a shadow now, a gentle reminder of what she could be, but fails to. The pixie dust from the night is now ash. She dusts off the night's charm and looks into the mirror. Hello, Kayla of the Sun.
Kayla of the Sun is passionate, like the Sun, she wishes nothing but to cast rays of humor and light onto everyone she encounters. Yet, she has a hazy sun--clouds blocking her golden rays from beaming. The air feels heavy, with every step Kayla of the Sun takes it clings to her. The people in the cars judge her, the people she passes by misunderstand her, the people she loves are disappointed in her, they don't get her either.
The suns rays on her neck are as hot as a sidewalk completely exposed to the sun on a hot summer day. The sweat drops on her face remind her that Kayla of the Sun is superficial, Kayla of the Sun is just existing, Kayla of the Sun is holding back. But, she doesn't listen because she's scared, scared to admit that the sun burns, scared to admit that her walks in the sun are merely a facade.
As Kayla of the Sun fights harder and harder to breathe she notices a glimmer out of the corner of her eye. She turns towards this glimmer, and is surprised because she had never seen anything like it, it felt so familiar, yet so strange. Kayla of the Sun got closer and closer to the glimmer, the closer she got the brighter the glimmer got. All of the sudden, glimmers were trickling down upon her slowly. She had realized now where she had seen these glimmers before. A faint memory that she had ruled off as a dream, but now it came back to her. It was under the moon.
The Sun was out along with the Moon, and the winds that came with the moonshine mixed with the rays of the sunlight conveyed a beautiful soft pinkish light across our horizon.
A "Selenelion". A rare occasion when the moon and the sun are at a perfect 180 and both of them can be observed at the same time. It is a completely unusual and seemingly impossible occurrence, but it is very real.
In an instance, the cadence and style of Kayla of the Moon, and the rawness and passion of Kayla of the Sun were one. From between the pinky dew of this combination, walked out Kayla the Radical.
Kayla the Radical is iconic. She takes from the confidence of Kayla of the Moon but makes her real. See, Kayla of the Moon never left her pixie dust filled hideaway. Kayla of the Moon was content with dreaming of the world, but never being a participant. Kayla of the Sun, however, was bold. She was the one who had to expose herself to the world. Kayla of the Sun dealt with those sneaky insecurities and put her best foot forward. Kayla of the Sun was never afraid to cry, she dealt with embarrassment and took it with pride.
During the Selenelion, Kayla the Radical reigns supreme. Kayla the Radical absorbs the sun's rays and shines with the moon's light. Kayla the Radical's eyes glimmer with pixie dust and spreads that pixie dust for everyone she loves to enjoy. Kayla the Radical is rare, there is no other being quite like her. Like her predecessors, she has her flaws but she grows with them and doesn't let them weigh her down.
A selenelion lasts two to nine minutes. When the selenelion ends, and the moon and sun return back to their respective alignments, so do Kayla of the Moon and Kayla of the Sun. Neither of them remember much of the other, only seeing the very end of each other beams. Kayla the Radical remains waiting for the time when she can show the two just how powerful they can be when they shine together.
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