fragile

i can't believe Michael Jackson is gone.

he's Michael. Michael.

he wasn't ever supposed to leave us.

it just goes to show us that we are all finite. no matter how loved, famous, or wealthy we are, none of us was created to stay here forever.

life is delicate, it's fleeing, it's fragile.

no matter how young or old, none of us is promised a single day here. we make plans all the time about what we're going to do later, tomorrow, next week, next month, next year. but we don't know if we'll ever see that later, that tomorrow, that week...

i can't believe my MJ is gone. and he was only 50 years old. he's younger than my parents.

my heart feels sad.