So....Whitney's dead, huh?
You know, it hurts so much that I don't really wanna talk about it. It feels like picking at a wound that you have that is hurting you bad but you've run out of ponstan.
But I'll say a few things about Whitney here. She's a gift to all of us. She is the kind of talent that was granted to us and her songs, her voice will never leave our hearts. She may leave the world, but she will never leave per se because she's left so much behind for us. Let's just continue to endlessly enjoy that.
And you know what hurts the most? That she led a publicly turbulent life as an entertainer (it's common when you are an entertainer) and as a person and some people made harsh criticism when she failed to pick herself up. They condemned her. Said bad things about her but then now that she's dead, they are backing their way out by saying nice things. Huh.
When you love someone like some people love Whitney for her talent, we cringe when there are bad news about her. We want to see her get up on her feet. We will her to come back to the entertainment world. We want her back We want to see her shine in all of her magnificence. We want to see her open up her arms, close her eyes and turn her head towards the sky when people applaud at the end of her performance. We want to hear the silence in the crowd when she sings. We want to hear the roar at the end of her singing and when she goes quiet. Well, it's quiet now.
She's not gonna get back up now. For real.
RIP, Whitney. Thank you for leaving behind a trail of legacy that will serve to whet our appetite for whatever's Whitney. You're a true legend.