3.25 am : Sleep eludes me.

1.56 am : Thoughts whirred in my head - a carousel gone mad.

11.20 pm : Finished for the day. Left wondering. Pain everywhere.

10.30 pm : Shams wants to know. Too distraught. Another day.

9.20 pm (not sure) : Cell rings. Am driving. Pain permeates. Again.

6.20 pm : Words echo. Move in a haze to the set of 4 wheels. Smile. Stop and have a word. Words continue to echo.

5.35 pm : Torrent of words. Perhaps incoherent, mired in pain. Recipient probably unable to fathom. That's the tragedy. I'm nothing.

Stop the rewind. Stop.

'Sorry
Is all that you can’t say
Words don’t come easily
Like sorry
Forgive me
Is all that you can’t say
Words don’t come easily
Like forgive me
But you can say baby...'

Song's run out. Inappropriate lyrics. Not for me.

3.45 am : Time ticks away. Sleep still elusive. Pain still palpable.