The King of Pop is really dead...

I know that it has been a long time since I have been writing and it would be a lie if I told you that I haven’t had anything to write about, but as it turns out, I am lazy as hell, but today I feel like I...want to write.

Now, I know that you already know that The King of Pop (Michael Jackson) is dead and if you didn't, then you must live in a cave (but, okay, if you lived in a cave you wouldn't be able to read this...). I still don't quite believe that he is dead. I mean, it's Michael Jackson, he can't die. You know the three words Michael Jackson and dead just sounds wrong in the same sentence.

I haven't cried and I'm not gonna. It is sad as hell and I really, really loved MJ, but I just can't seem to cry.

Okay, here come the part where I say what I think killed him:
Yes, the paper and CNN said that he died from a cardio arrest, and that is probably true, but I don't think that that was all. I think that the pressure from the media, not to mention all the prosecutions of child molestation plays a part. He was getting ready for the tour and people had a lot of expectations to that tour and we all know...sorry...knew MJ as a people pleaser. He didn't want to let his fans down, but the pressure was too high and his hart suffered a lot from that.

I will always remember MJ as the little one with the biggest afro in Jackson Five, as the not so scary, but rather cute zombie in the Thriller music video and as the God Father of dance and let's not forget the creator of the Moonwalk.

I woke up this morning feeling a bit weird. I kept telling myself: 'No, he's not dead. He's in a coma and he will wake up and be all like ''don't cry for me children, I'm right here''', but as I turned on my computer, turned on my TV and looked at the news paper front page it hit me 'Michael Joseph Jackson is...he really is...he is..." I can't even bring myself to write anymore.

The greatest musician ever, is gone and we are gonna miss Bad. It's like a Thriller, reading all the headlines, but you just have to remember, that You Are Not Alone and that no matter what he would have thought that you were a P.Y.T. (Pretty Young Thing). Don't get all Dirty Diana, when reading this. Of course we are all sad, that is just Human Nature, but we have to Beat It. We can't just Blame It On The Boggie and just remember The Love You Save, Shake Your Body and Don’t Stop ‘Till You Get Enough. Get off the Wall and Heal the World – you know he would!

Michael Jackson, Rest in Peace and you Rock(ed) my World!