Reflections, Courtesy of Me and An Empty Mirror

Yet again I must tell you that I won't be around much for a while, what with RL sticking its nosy...nose into things. So don't worry if I take forever getting back to you. I will continue, barring some sort of emergency, to check in as much as possible, and I will keep updating. I have a feeling some of you might come after me if I left a story unfinished. :)

That's all I thought I'd have to tell you, but RL, again, deals my iner child a devastating blow. Michael Jackson is gone. The man has left his place at the mirror, left after giving us more than most entertainers can ever dream of offering in a single lifetime, left and returned to the Neverland he hailed from, where no one need grow up, where childhood is eternal rather than stolen. He was an important part of my life's soundtrack for as long as I can remember. And the music is, I hope, what people will remember. Sleep, and be hurt no more. Thank you for everything.

"I leave thy praises unexpress'd
In verse that brings myself relief,
And by the measure of my grief
I leave thy greatness to be guess'd;

What practice howsoe'er expert
In fitting aptest words to things,
Or voice the richest-toned that sings,
Hath power to give thee as thou wert?

I care not in these fading days
To raise a cry that lasts not long,
And round thee with the breeze of song
To stir a little dust of praise.

Thy leaf has perish'd in the green,
And, while we breathe beneath the sun,
The world which credits what is done
Is cold to all that might have been.

So here shall silence guard thy fame;
But somewhere, out of human view,
Whate'er thy hands are set to do
Is wrought with tumult of acclaim."

- "In Memoriam A.H.H.", Alfred, Lord Tennyson