Love for Michael
I am hopelessy and unconditionally in love with Michael Jackson. I wish more than anything that he were still alive, he is a flawless vessel of perfection. I wish he were alive so I could tell him, yet even if he were he would not love me the way I love him, for he is the King of Pop and I am nothing but a small Israeli boy who has nothing to offer but prayer. Oh I long to be held in his arms and to read the Torah to him in a soft, sensual manner. I sing to him at night, hoping maybe his spirit will move and hear my song. Yesterday I carved our initials into a tree (YG+MJ=FORVR). R.I.P. Mr. Jackson, you are forever in my heart.