It is late

Yes, in all senses it is late - almost midnight. The night is young as I love to say, the sky is velvet, the stars are brighter than yesterday, and I finally have to say something about Michael Jackson. It took me quite a while to figure out what I feel, what I think. I loved him, absolutely. He was part of my teen nights with the dancing parties, kisses in the dark, long haired boys and funny cassette players, I remember going to see the "Moon Walker"... Oh my, I left the theatre in a state which was closer to coma than to consciousness.
Michael Jackson was an inspiration for a young dancer who then believed dancing meant living. This hasn't changed much. He made me move like wind. He burned me with his talent and I felt my own abilities coming out to the surface. Abilities I had never thought I possessed. Then I remember the accusations, the interviews, the flaking make up, the cracked mask, and enourmous pain and sadness behind it. It all reminds me of Freddie Mercury and "The Show Must Go ON". Only the video suitable for the situation would be "I'm Going Slightly Mad"...
I never believed any of these accusations. I've never had any doubt he was used in an extremely ugly way and broke down in disappointment. It was then when I realised this was a very, very sad person with a very tragic history.
Now, all these years later, I see the faces of his children and can't help it but cry. Because I've been there. I was at their age. I know how it feels to see your whole world in ruins. It took me years to get out of the memories' hell. I wish them to choose an easier way.
If I could, I would hug them and tell them there is always hope, light, life ahead. But I can only write this and who knows, maybe somehow they will know that many of us have faced the same fate and managed to live with it. Just don't try to forget. It never happens and will only make it more difficult. Let your pain win for now, surrender to your tears, cry it out, don't be afraid to face your own horror. I know it hurts and it hurts like hell. Still, you are loved dearly and I'm sure you will be happy and find your way because there was a lot of love in your lives. The gap will never disappear but with the time it will turn into a well from which you will drink when in need of his strength. He will always be with you.
Good night!