I don’t even know what to do right now. I’m completely lost for any meaningful words. I don’t even know what the right thing to do is. I feel like changing my facebook status and my bbm name aren’t enough and are kind of insensitive to the magnitude of what has happened. I couldn’t even put an “RIP” in my status. After seeing how quickly people were doing that I feel like they just wanted to be first to notify the other people on their list.

I was hit with a bunch of “Michael Jackson died!!” messages and I felt weirded out by it. It felt wrong that something so heavy was offered to me so swiftly. I don’t know if any of this makes sense but its just my reaction to other people’s reactions.

Michael Jackson has passed and I’m sitting here crying like he was a family member. I’m hurt. Genuinely hurt. As soon as CNN told me what TMZ and LA Times had confirmed it was like a weight had just been tied to my heart. He was what every musician aspires to be; legendary.

*sigh*

I will miss you.

“If you want to make the world a better place take a look at yourself and make a change.” - Michael Jackson

Everything & Anything

I am a gold digger. In its truest form. I’ve been digging in this same spot for what’s under it, hoping to finally score.

I am a gold digger. With a rusty bent up spade. I’ve been digging for years in the sun and the shade, under layers of pessimism, doubt, and blame.

I am a gold digger. And I won’t stop until I find my treasure, because what’s buried under there has to be better than the obvious that I can share.

I am a gold digger. So shut up and let me dig. Don’t give me that look like I’m digging for nothing because when I find it you will surely be ashamed.

I am a gold digger. That has been throwing dirt aside for many years. The one thing I’ve learned that has helped me a lot is that the dirt is softest when there are tears.

Peace.

Poetry

And everyday I can spend outside, even if it’s not too far from my house I try to. I love summer. I love the heat, the blazing sun, the rolled down windows and even the sound of lawnmowers I’ve learned to tolerate. I love summer and I hope that some how this one goes on forever.

Do you love summer?

Everything & Anything