About the recent death of michael jackson. But i dont think they are mourning for them. They are mourning for themselves. I cant help but feel that people love death. They cant get enough reasons to hug each other. A reason to cry, no, sob until their chest hurts. They feel justified to be emotional in this cold world, not because life is hard, but because now they have lost someone to lean on.
Im not really trying to get anywhere with this.
Just random thinking out loud.
