dear diary,
MJ came into my dreams last week and it was… beautiful. He didn’t say much but I don’t think I’ll ever forget how it felt. I woke up wishing I could’ve slept forever! Words simply can’t describe it. I guess that’s as close as I’ll ever get to knowing him.

p/s: My pic was taken in Melbourne just before a show with Joachim sometime last year before I knew that pic of Michael even existed. Perhaps I was possessed and didn’t know it.
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