my friend and colleague of five years died last monday. every time i look up from my desk, i expect a friendly smile, a chat in between work. instead, i see an empty chair and papers scattered across his desk. it’s as though he were taking a vacation and would be back soon. there’s no one-minute silence to indicate something bad happened. everyone is functioning like any other normal day.
the only difference is this numbness that i feel inside. the world seems to be moving too fast, and all i want is to stop and breath…
