Thats it! I am done... I am alone, afraid, angry...... Those were his last words before he sewed his lips closed. In curiosity, I was focused on that video I watched earlier that night. He took an old fishing line and sewed his lips. Never spoke a word afterwards for another 20 years until he cut the line. The build up of mold that festered inside his shallow mind. It was just a way of escaping his own imagination that terrified him for many years. I walk the walk, but all the doors I pass are locked. They all have odd numbers and she laughs at me standing on the side walk. Her eyes are blue, her skin is pail, and her lips are colored with black lipstick. It's too ****ing hot today and my apartment has no air conditioner. Dead silence in the hallways again. I feel like walking outside of my apartment and picture myself screaming at the very top of my blackened tobacco lungs just to feel alive. I nervously sit tapping my toes to some song from the 1960's in my warped mind. Then I grab another cigarette with my tobacco stained fingers and light it up. Burn mother****er burn. I close my eyes and inhale the cancer seeping into my lungs. I can hear the crickets in the vent above me like the tell tale heart. It's too quiet! Ah a library is louder then this. My heart starts racing and I pace back and forth on my shitty hardwood floor like Napoleon. AH HAH, I got the tenants attention below me. I hear a tapping and a vague voice yelling up at me," Shut the **** up! What are you doing? Marching?" I quickly respond with, " Mind your own ****ing business!" At that time I heard laughter outside coming from on the street corner. It was the black lipstick woman. I poked my head out the window and yelled, " Hey you!" She was very hesitant to see a guy in a white-beater or tank top, " WHAT EVER!" She replied quite scornfully. Sigh...... It is too hot for this ****. Sometimes I feel like Woody Allen, I get all nervous for no damn reason. I find myself smoking like a chimney when I get like this. So I go for a walk with a new t-shirt on. I looked respectful to get to that corner and meet this woman, but she got on a bus before I got down to the say hello face to face. Now what?