At the same time, there were a lot of people who loved him. Musicians, actors, bodyguards, children by the dozens, artists, dancers, families such as the Cascio's who he could be himself with. His mother, children, nieces and nephews. Why was he so lonely? He was not lacking human contact or social stimulation.
Maybe it was more than just his celebrity and eccentricities that made him feel lonely. Maybe it was that he just didn't fit into this world. Truly a square peg in a round hole. Can you imagine having music channelling through your head from the time you were a child. Can you imagine seeing people as the souls they truly are underneath the outward facade. Can you imagine seeing everything in a totally different way than everyone on the planet, except children, who are not taken seriously anyway. No wonder he wanted to be Peter Pan. He was Peter Pan.
Add to this, the interesting twist that you yourself are two different people, and the person everyone thinks you are, is not the person you really are. It's enough to make you want to build yourself a big safe haven of love. Somewhere to let yourself be free to just be.
Michael, we really do understand. We love you. We can see the real you shining through, impossible to conceal. And you have shown us how to be the real us. To think outside the box. It's hard for us to rise to your level, but we can do it, if you just hold our hands.
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