Michael Jackson

What a truly sweet man. I have always thought I was born a decade too late. He was actually magical to me as a child, I adored him, I still do. What a terribly misunderstood and lonely man, I only hope there is an afterlife in which he finds some kind of peace and some kind of true love. So many people would’ve given their right arm to love him like he wanted to be loved. I feel so awfully saddened that he ended his life only knowing loneliness. Jackson’s death should remind all of us to never get caught up in the clouds, to keep the people we love and trust close to us, because they will be the ones that save our souls.
I remember asking my parents when I first encountered Jackson around the age of 6 if he was a woman, I was only little, I didn’t know! And what I learned of was a beautiful and complex man, who could inspire awe into generations. We were no different, probably as the last generation he touched with his music and presence we were grateful.
I hope there is an afterlife, because if there is, it would absolutely rule to meet Michael Jackson. I just hope he doesn’t have an afterlife house with afterlife gates and afterlife security. I was originally going to call one of my children Jackson, and now I suppose it will also be in tribute to Michael. Toying with the idea of a Jackson tattoo also, because I wanted my first to be at a milestone in my life, and this truly is one. I feel a true loss of a hero but am inspired to continue doing the thing I love, which I had recently forgotten about and lost. If only we could turn back time.
A man who changed the world. Lost but not forgotten.