White Oleander
When I was younger I watched White Oleander. I snuck into my sister’s room and played the vhs, feeling that rebellious high as I pushed the tape into the player. The strange thing about this movie was that at the time, I didn’t understand it.. But I could feel it. I felt the deepness of it. The dark moments of the film made me feel something powerful that I, oddly enough, yearned for when I was younger. I didn’t care that I couldn’t grasp the meaning of the character’s words. The movie’s words didn’t strike me nearly as much as the lighting. The shades of blue. Dark, pale, soft, harsh… It’s strange how, even though we don’t understand things when we’re younger, we can still feel their power.
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jordanfaith said:
Good writing my friend.
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