As I have said over and over again that, time has stood still , and it continues to, at least for me! However, strange as it may seem and contrary too, inspite of this feeling of "static" every day leads to another night, and night to another day. Time keeps spilling down on me, and the only way I can take hold of the minutes and make sense of them is... to work!

The days and nights are thick and cluttered with grief and I fight my way through every minute. Forced sleep by night and work by day. Working and working, wrestling with every job... The more I work, the more I get exhausted at the end of each day the more time becomes a possibility and life a reality!