He was flawed. He seemed uncomfortable in his own skin. He was an enigma.
But then there was his music. He was, and always will be, our king of pop. He moved in ways that made men and women alike swoon. We all tried to imitate him. He was so talented that it was often hard to remember that really, in the end, he was just a man.
He was just a man. And he is gone.
Thank you for so many years of pleasure, Michael. Thank you for the hours upon hours of dancing and giving us, all of us, a common thing to share for years to come. Your music.
Thank you... thank you... thank you...

~Rest in peace~

Comments (2)
So beautifully stated. R.I.P. Michael
Posted by Barb Cabot | June 26, 2009 7:28 AM
Posted on June 26, 2009 07:28
He really lived such a sad life.
Glad to see you blogging again. I've missed your posts.
Posted by Kendall | July 1, 2009 7:49 AM
Posted on July 1, 2009 07:49