Friday, June 26, 2009

“If you enter this world knowing you are loved and you leave this world knowing the same, then everything that happens in between can be dealt with.”

I sat on the bus from 72nd st all the way to 1st and 1st.
No music, didn't open my books, didn't do the NYTimes crossword.
Honestly the dramatics aren't needed because death is just another part of life.
but I feel sad anyway.
The simplest version of that emotion, thats what I feel.
When I think about all the pain he must have gone through all of those years, the way he was adored and treated like a pet as a child.
The way he never had a chance for the freedom of normalcy.
The way he couldn't make a single mistake, he couldn't give up performing, practicing, working...
for his whole life.
The way he mourned that by becoming what WE all wanted him to be. A character, a muse, a freak, a king.
He spoke so soft like he was scared of saying anything to make us stop loving him.
And whatever it was he did over the years that was immoral or unusual or misunderstood...I think we can use humanity to understand what it is to be truly flawed.
I used to dance and sing to my parents vinyl and he was one of my favorites.
When I sing his songs I feel good about my voice and myself.
When I dance to his music I wish I could do what he did so easily.
Everyone wants to be loved and remembered.
I'm going to love him and remember him.


Louise | said...

I think a lot of people are sharing your sentiments.
Someone who died should not be remembered for the bad decisions he made in life.
If you can't remember a person by the good things he brought when he was still alive, then it'll be better if you don't remember him at all. :(
Rest in peace, MJ.

Anonymous said...

I think if was one of the kids he fucked... I wouldn't be remembering the music so much... id probably just be remembering the rape...VICTOR!!!