The heart. It still hurts. It has only been five days.
When I grow up, I'm gonna be the weird woman who admits her first heartbreak was the death of Michael.


I guess the spectrum of MJ's influence ranges from

I liked Thriller.

to

I love everything this man has done. He was the only pop star who moved me countless times...effortlessly. He made me believe in magic (a corny statement, but it is SO true).
Magic: not what magicians do. not just illusions.
Magic: mere men doing unearthly, amazing things.
But also let me see how fragile and vulnerable someone can be (through his naked eyes and captivating smile)....yet never getting any peace just trying to live his life..while still pouring his heart out into the only thing that truly loved him back...The Music.

Tragic. Wonderfully, beautifully tragic. That is Michael Jackson.