love

i keep hearing everyone saying how they knew something was wrong. 'didn't you see the sadness in his eyes?' they would ask. some said they saw his sadness, his addictions, the way he looked and thought, 'i don't want to be like that.' they even separate his life into 2 parts, the life before the child molestation charges, and life after the accusations.

i remember sitting in our living with my friends playing and dancing to michael jackson songs. i remember having the sweetest crush as a girl and wondering if he could ever love me. i remember as an adult watching him one evening on television with his sparkly socks inside basic black loafers, straight legged black trousers, a shimmering blazer, felt hat, and one glimmering glove, slide, slip, moonwalk across the stage. the only thing left to do was fly(?), or perhaps, simply smile deeply.

it's seems millions of times my heart was feathery light watching michael jackson perform. obviously he brought joy and laughter literally to the world. and no one in his circle it seems sincerely took a lot of moments to say 'you allright?' how can i love you? even oprah who i admire immensely said something like she was thrilled to get the interview, and after the interview didn't call.

love at times can be so simple yet profound. a simple sincere... how are you? and even if you wanted to, you could ask 'did you really do the things they say you did?' i think if love is genuine then let's talk about it.

there was a song some years ago that said something like... call me up and see about me. i'm thinking if we have someone who sincerely cares, wants to call you up and see about you, or look over into your eyes and ask 'how you doing?' ... this, money can't buy.