Imagine you coming home and walking in to your room an see a pocket sized Jackson crying on top of your pillow because he misses his parents and you going over to him to tell him everything is gonna be okay😣
must it always be a tragedy?
the Boy asked the Sky.
must I always lose him?
must he always leave?
must we never learn to fly together?
it’s always been a tragedy,
the Stars replied.
that’s just the way it has always been,
and it always will be.
we’ve watched over a thousand lives,
a million stories,
but the ones like you?
it’s always a tragedy.
it’s called Fate,
the Sun said.
and there’s nothing you can do about it.
I loved a Boy once too, you see,
but I lost him.
I lost him too.
how could a Boy do what the Sun couldn’t? ( j.p. )