Something big.

Sometimes you are sitting in the middle of something big. Blackberries ringing constantly. Late night eMails. Disbelieve that this is happening. Angry, annoyed. You would like to share your thoughts, hear other opinions, but the door is closed. You can't talk to anybody, because it is a secret. Not a sweet little secret, one you giggle about. No, a big, fat bomblike secret. No escape, the fuse already burning. The profiteers already smiling and counting. Nothing you can do... nothing.