i used to watch him all the time on mtv top 20,
and that was when we were too young and not supposed to be sleeping late.
he was strikingly different, and anyone could tell by the stories he told.
the ensembles, his dramatics and their magnetism.
every one move he crafted to steal us away and into his dimension,
to have all breaths held against all laws of respiration.
he was not just a pair of white socks and a chorus of high pitch.
he was my hero too.
until we started to move on with age and alternatives,
and eventually got distracted by the throes of his demons and toils.
it has been 4 days and i am still finding it hard to believe that michael jackson is gone.
