I live in NYC. And it seems everyone around me was trying to avoid talking about it. The sadness in the air was palpable. I would walk around and look at the faces of some folks and you knnow what was going on in their minds.
I just feel so heavy. Couldn't eat last night, couldn't really eat today. I am heavy and in shock. I still haven't digested it at all. This morning i cried a bit but it is because I don't understand.
And he isn't an idol to me like that, but like many folks I felt I knew the person, like a friend, somebody I cared alot for. Now I will just pretend he is somewhere doing his thing in private.
I cannot comprehend.