Hi everyone who reads this message 🙂
I must apologize for my simple English language but I believe you will forgive me...
I wanna share a story with you all. I'll try to make it as short as possible.
Year 1997 was a pretty sad year for me, actually many years before were just about the same. My teacher of English language used to like music a lot and he used to like INXS as well. He gave me a tape of INXS's songs and since I liked music a lot too I couldn't unlike them. They held me up when I felt the worst way. In sounds of that music I felt alive, in those words I found myself. And then Michael died...
I can't express how horrible it was for me. I know most of you understand me anyways. Those days I started to drink a lot. I wrote a lot of poems full of depression and desperation. What held me up suddenly brought me the lowest I've ever been...
One day I woke up in a middle of a night and I saw a shadow of a man. Just a dream I know. But next morning I knew I can go on. That dream gave me a new hope, new meaning of this all. We all have some angel watching our steps and helping us when we need it the most. That night I believed Michael is my angel and I never stopped believing in it. It's been 10 years and I'm crying here like a small kid, sitting in a dark side of a room with the light coming out of the candle I lighted up for Michael today.
Happy birthday Michael, thank you for being with all of us who need you and who will never stop believing in you. You're with us and we're with you. And that will never change...
I must apologize for my simple English language but I believe you will forgive me...
I wanna share a story with you all. I'll try to make it as short as possible.
Year 1997 was a pretty sad year for me, actually many years before were just about the same. My teacher of English language used to like music a lot and he used to like INXS as well. He gave me a tape of INXS's songs and since I liked music a lot too I couldn't unlike them. They held me up when I felt the worst way. In sounds of that music I felt alive, in those words I found myself. And then Michael died...
I can't express how horrible it was for me. I know most of you understand me anyways. Those days I started to drink a lot. I wrote a lot of poems full of depression and desperation. What held me up suddenly brought me the lowest I've ever been...
One day I woke up in a middle of a night and I saw a shadow of a man. Just a dream I know. But next morning I knew I can go on. That dream gave me a new hope, new meaning of this all. We all have some angel watching our steps and helping us when we need it the most. That night I believed Michael is my angel and I never stopped believing in it. It's been 10 years and I'm crying here like a small kid, sitting in a dark side of a room with the light coming out of the candle I lighted up for Michael today.
Happy birthday Michael, thank you for being with all of us who need you and who will never stop believing in you. You're with us and we're with you. And that will never change...