poeticpotatoes

my little mouse, tell me- do you like the sand underneath your feet, the ocean waters with it's calming push and pull attitude guiding you this way and that with a loving hand. do you curl beneath covers during snow storms, listening to the wind howl, knocking against windows- against your hands, small and much like glass themselves. you are peace, harmony in small storms, a soothing melody in quiet voice to anyone willing to listen to a quiet voice hidden in a tiny statue, eyes always seeking, always hidden.