11PM-Literature

It was meant to be a mission—a simple one at that. Spend a few months as an American detective, stop a major terrorist plot befalling Britain, pop back home in time for Eastenders. Alas, fate doesn’t work like that. It’s strange to see himself like this, sitting in a bath in the middle of the deep south of the US, his old life a mere memory behind him. The danger. The thrill. It’s still there, it’s just different, milder. It’s been years and yet, he still doesn’t know how to feel about it. Quarantine has made him think about a lot of things in that vein is seems, given neither his previous employment nor his ex-partner have left his mind much since it started. More or less, he thought about both subjects more than his mind crossed to Phillip’s state of mind for the day, which is a feat in itself. The man was an enigma, but he’d faced enigmas before. His mission had been simple, assigned to him because, as Q, Geoffrey - his mind reminded him offhandedly, had personally

So I’m at a standstill! Can’t step forward nor backward, So I’m at a standstill! But I know I’m no coward, So Baby, tell me why Why you, look so fine Your always, on my mind There’s no way around it There’s nothing that can fix it The heat won’t go down All it does is just drive me mad There’s no shortcut to it There’s nothing that can erase it The mind won’t calm down All it does is think that your mine Day and night, I struggle in what is right So far so fine, But I suffered a blight The cure is with you But you are unaware Your the cause of my doom And treat me like air… So I’m at a standstill! Can’t step forward nor backward, So I’m at a standstill! But I know I’m no coward, So Baby, tell me why Why you, look so fine Your always, on my mind Time is running out Will I ever reach you now When your with somebody else Leaving me with this mess There’s no way out The feelings won’t dismount It piles up all the stress And make me restless Day and night, I struggle in what is now