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"i think it's better to be crazy and free."

she's sitting on the balcony of my apartment. her blue dress is dark against the edge of the sky and against the paleness of her thigh, against the glittering outline of the eiffel tower just outside my window. the weather is getting colder now, late autumn fading into early winter, and the wind dances through her choppy, curled hair.

i want her to close the door, for her to come inside. i want to say something to her, to say something back, but the words aren't forming in my mouth, are lodged somewhere between my tongue and my throat.

the light from my bedroom is soft gold against the edges of her face as she slides from the rail, brushing the velvet dress off with her hands as she stands. her cream-coloured pumps, red-soled and hinting at a glamorous life, seem almost to float above the ground. perhaps she is an angel, otherworldly in the glow of an old city tinged with the impressions of a thousand old souls.

"don't you agree?"

i don't know what to tell her. i don't know what to say. her mouth seems to move in slow motion, painted flawlessly in deep crimson. the light is softer than starlight against her face, softer than a satin apparition. she is beautiful, so beautiful, with a face that could be the wind in the sails of a thousand ships. perhaps she is not real—how could i know if she was real?—but she is still perfect, she is untouchable, she is pure.

there is simply nothing for me to say.

she leaves soon after, ebbing away into the ether like a cosmic eidolon, the ghost of starshine; she knows there is no answer waiting for her, no precious words set to tumble like rubies from my mouth. there is no reason for her to stay. and i am left standing in my bedroom, french doors wide open and letting in the cold, deep blue curtains nothing more than a memory of someone i could never forget.

i am standing in my bedroom, wishing i could have told her in her blue velvet dress: "yes."
she wore blue velvet
bluer than velvet was the night
softer than satin was the light
from the stars

- lana del rey, "blue velvet"

1. give me your impressions of the narrator. what are they like? who are they?
2. what is the meaning of this? what do you get out of this?
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WhisperedInsanity Jan 18, 2013  Student Writer
This is just amazing. Wonderful job! <3
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Hildetann Jan 18, 2013  Student General Artist
wow, thank you so much! c:
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Hildetann Jan 18, 2013  Student General Artist
wow, thank you so much!! :heart:
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andrewpom Dec 10, 2012  Student Writer
This is very abstract. Your use of language is very eloquent and free, even hinting at poetic meter sometimes; the use of commas, too, makes it read like someone who is languishing: it's difficult to explain, but the sentences sort of go up and down like sea waves, or like a dress in the wind. It's subtle. Even the lack of capital letters and your choice to use small text seem to suggest a mood of evanescence: of shyness, of elusiveness. It's so lonely and enigmatic. I think it's beautiful.
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Hildetann Dec 15, 2012  Student General Artist
thank you so much :>
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flummo Nov 2, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
"i don't know what to tell her. i don't know what to say. her mouth seems to move in slow motion, painted flawlessly in a deep and unforgiving crimson. the light is softer than starlight against her face, softer than a satin apparition. she is beautiful, so beautiful, with a face that could be the wind in the sails of a thousand ships. perhaps she is not real—how could i know if she was real?—but she is still perfect, she is untouchable, she is pure."

I loved the reference there, and it was a lovely description. The narrator is someone who seems to be truly in awe of the woman in the blue dress, how beautiful but distant she seems. Someone who wishes that he/she could step into the woman's life and unravel her mysteries, but at the same time knows that the woman will always be too far out of reach.

It could be about loneliness. I'm honestly not entirely sure, but all the same I loved this.

Couldn't stop thinking of this while reading: [link]
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Hildetann Nov 7, 2012  Student General Artist
wow, that song really suits this! i actually know the song, but i never really made the connection in my mind...! thank you so much c:
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KaiserWolff Nov 2, 2012  Hobbyist Photographer
This is really cool, I like it.
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Hildetann Nov 3, 2012  Student General Artist
thank you c:
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