It’s the one year anniversary of the death of the King of Pop, and so this post is dedicated to him.
I remember how sad I was the days following his death. A terrible heatwave occurred in my city, and because the air conditioning was broken, the stale, warm air kept me up. I’d open my window until 2 in the morning in hopes that the cool air would soothe me. I’d look at the stars and think he was moonwalking in that sea of pinpoint lights, and I’d wonder if someone else out there was doing the same thing – looking at the same sky and thinking of Micheal, and how tragic his death was.
I remember watching almost every video of him there was on YouTube, well, not every, but it seemed like that much. I even discovered songs I never even heard of before.
But even though he’s gone, I know he’ll always live forever. Rest easy, MJ.
