working for the weekend’s mission impossible

Radiohead ‘High And Dry’ 

I am impossible. It’s what I do. I will hold to something entirely futile, and let everyone else, everything else good slip away, move away, fade away……

The words never came out of my mouth. I swallowed my impending tears, and my pride, ready for an answer I already know. Sentences with question marks and exclaimation points (I wish there were explaination points) floated through the air, but not heavy enough to cut through the haze of fear or the adoration and sighs that pushed the whole storm to the side.