THE KING OF POP: DEAD.

That's how the front of the newspaper should have read. It should have had a portrait of him and his sparkly white glove with no story or advertisements. just him, and the sad truth, in some kind of Baz Lurman cinematic shrine.

sad isn't even the right word. it has taken me four days to even be able to write about it. I have a deep LOVE for Michael Jackson, as does anyone who has ever heard one of his songs.

I certainly hope upon his passing that he was greeted by his friend Ben, and can forever be a child dancing and singing in the stages of eternity.



I hope that he is able to see the absolute adoration people are expressing for him in these sorrowful days. It is all to deserved and so sad that he didn't get to see it while on Earth.