Michael Jackson died today. He was fifty years old. Its hard to know how to feel. When someone dies that you have never met, it only seems like�a dream, or like a fictional character from a film. I feel empty and without closure. There is something so childish and innocent about the man that I have grown to love and admire. People joke about his eccentricities and other accusations but I really dont want to judge. Even if I have conjured up a false notion of who he is (which I likely have) I'm somehow okay with that. He has impacted my life and the lives of so many, not only with his music but with who he was. The romantic in me feels a connection to him and his Neverland ranch. The�concept of eternal youth, eternal childhood, eternal innocence, is a beautiful one. His childhood was not typical and so his 'strangeness' stems from yearning to be back there. Dont we all sometimes, some of us often, want to return to childhood. Not necessarily to do it all over again but to be apart of that innocent, naive, curious, fantastic, fresh world. I have been mesmerized by this idea, and Michael Jacksons efforts to recapture it. I am grateful for his legacy and the connection I have always felt with him.
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