MJRIP

maybe he knew.

maybe he knew that he needed to die for the world to forget that hideous stranger he'd become. for us to wake up from that bad dream and remember that he was once a genius, a man who filled our lives with song, who touched us and lifted us and made us get up and dance even as he danced himself into that inevitable path of self destruction.

if he could see us now, he'd realize, hopefully with some comfort, how much we had always wanted to love him and embrace him and party the night away with him and his song.

we loved you michael, that's why we hated you. and now that you're gone it's like you've finally come back to us.