Mark curled up in a ball.
Mark thought about everything that everyone said.
Mark tried to formulate words. He also structured a sentence, but there was no one to listen.
Mark screamed (and thankfully) no one heard.
Mark started hating the fact that he wanted people to hear.
Mark spoke again, but there wasn’t a sound. Victory at last.
Mark started imploding. He escaped within himself.
Mark’s inner room is lit with lights, mirrors and a drum set.
No escape is good.