“I wanna heal, I wanna feel what I thought was never real. I wanna let go of the pain I’ve held so long. (Erase all the pain till it’s gone) I wanna heal, I wanna feel like I’m close to something real. I wanna find something I’ve wanted all along. Somewhere I belong.”
I am watching Meet Joe Black in front of my roommates. This is dangerous. Brad Pitt is so seductive in this movie.
At the end, Joe Black, representing Death (therefore one who can never love, until by accident he falls in love) confronts Quince and asks him how he knows that his wife loves him. His response: “Because she knows the worst thing about me, and its ok.” That is making me think about love, and who loves me. It is an interesting definition to think about.
“I will never know myself until I do this on my own, And I will never feel anything else, until my wounds are healed. I will never be anything till I break away from me. I will break away, I’ll find myself today” (Linkin Park).