I have watched his life since I had a single digit to reflect the number of years I walked on this earth. The triumph of his first few albums, the adoration of his fans, the sculpting of a once beautiful face.. only to crumble in front of the world to see..Being thrown into the wilderness and milked by the beasts of the jungles.. only to be regurgitated and spat out when winds and tides changed against him.. Vultures circled around him, to take a piece of whatever that is left of him as his seemingly beautiful world collapsed around him.. There was no support.. Only ridicules.. And the egging of the beasts for that further collapse to feed on him..
That was hard for any mere mortal to bear. What dignity was left for him?
The world had been hard on him. Everyone wanted a piece of him.. a mere mortal placed involuntarily in the position of a demi-god.. only to demand the very same qualities that we carved him out to be.
The tears behind the curtains that were not shunned from the lights that shone on him...Till the curtains finally came down...
Take a bow, Michael.. May you finally have peace.
R.I.P.
All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players:
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts...
...Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
- William Shakespeare
Picture: Wun Ying's collection
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