I've never really been and INXS fan. The only album I have is Kick. I thought Michael was an amazingly attractive man. To be honest until 2 weeks ago I hadn't listened to the album in years.
2 weeks or so ago I was going through a very bad time. I have been depressed on an off through most of my life. I've even been on Prozac. For reasons too numerous to mention I was feeling suicidal. I was flicking channels on TV trying to get my mind off things when I came to MuchMusic. They were playing Live Baby Live. For the next hour I sang and danced and cried as I thought about Michael's death.
I started listening to Kick over and over. One afternoon I laid down on my bed and began to cry. I must have cried myself to sleep because I saw Michael. He was sitting on my bed and he started talking to me. He talked about how no matter how much anyone knows about you they can never know what it's like to be you. We talked about a lot of other things and then he reached out and touched my ankle.
I was startled awake and I looked to the foot of my bed and I could swear someone was sitting there. Then the person just disappeared. Suddenly I felt better about his death and knew that I could get help and not follow him. I don't think he would have wanted that.
I guess I just want to say thank you, Micheal, for talking to me even if it was only a dream.
2 weeks or so ago I was going through a very bad time. I have been depressed on an off through most of my life. I've even been on Prozac. For reasons too numerous to mention I was feeling suicidal. I was flicking channels on TV trying to get my mind off things when I came to MuchMusic. They were playing Live Baby Live. For the next hour I sang and danced and cried as I thought about Michael's death.
I started listening to Kick over and over. One afternoon I laid down on my bed and began to cry. I must have cried myself to sleep because I saw Michael. He was sitting on my bed and he started talking to me. He talked about how no matter how much anyone knows about you they can never know what it's like to be you. We talked about a lot of other things and then he reached out and touched my ankle.
I was startled awake and I looked to the foot of my bed and I could swear someone was sitting there. Then the person just disappeared. Suddenly I felt better about his death and knew that I could get help and not follow him. I don't think he would have wanted that.
I guess I just want to say thank you, Micheal, for talking to me even if it was only a dream.