The day I heard it, I could not absorb it. Till today, I have not absorbed it. I don't know if it is possible. Everytime I hear his voice booming out of the radio or walkman or my own comp, I am transported back 12 years in the past. Dancing at a birthday party on Black and White, Listening to Heal the World again and again, Standing in front of that massive poster in my brother's room, Continuously failing to imitate the moon walk, those changing faces in the Black and White Video, Watching the thriller video, Memorizing the booklet which accompanied the history album, Standing in front of the television and screaming out the Earth Song. I could go on and I don't think there is an end to it.

The news of MJ's did not bring tears to my eyes at that time. But I do cry. I weep inside whenever I hear his music. MJ has defined me as much as anything in my life. The music was my childhood, it was my first love. He is gone, but his music is something I will carry forever in my heart.

Another day has gone
I'm still all alone
How could this be
You're not here with me
You never said goodbye
Someone tell me why
Did you have to go
And leave my world so cold

God rest his soul.

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