I've lived like mouse...a mouse that had no home only an empty house.A mouse that feels the thundering waves hit its ears,slightly shaking in fear has its being called over. It marks the day with its own tears and blood.Fluffing out its fur to cover the wounds and pretend that its radiating that warmth that it never had I am that mouse,everyday I thought that I will commit to doing something at night that thought gets stronger and vessions of myself of the act become clearer