My name is the collector,
I live next door to you... i look like you and i talk like all of you...
I was born not in a test tube but a wound...my mothers wound...
my heart beats and i breath normally...i grew at the same rate you did...
I plaid in the same sand box you did...i ate the cold lunches like you...
and i have the same basic body functions you do...my blood is warm...
and i shiver when its cold and sweat when its hot...i love and i fall in love...
I hate and i hold grudges...i cry when im sad or hurt...i laugh when im happy or amused...
I know right from wrong and good from bad...i protect and fight wen needed...
I'm not perfect just like you...i make spelling, math,word usage,and miss judging mistakes like you...
I do all of this like you do...but unlike you...i need practice in doing all of this...
Its not natural to me...it never will be....tho i was born in a wound...
i came out to early for my time...While i developed on the outside like you ...
on the inside my thought, body,and memories...is older than my birth date...
when you studied for exams i studied you...when you ate i studied you ...
when you laughed i studied you...i became an expert at being a human...
and separating and confusing and dealing wit the emotions you carry...
why do i do this you ask me...because i am a collector..
in order to collect you must become what you collect...
so you know their in's and out's...their weakness and strengths...
if you know none of this then how can you call yourself a collector...There are more of us...
we go undetected because of our special skills in blending...that is our power...
we blend and we stick out all at the same time...but don't get us confused...
we are not supernatural beings...
we are legends not myths...we are not a folktale u read in books and on the internet...we are your history...
on the outside...but on the end the past is like lightening and it hasn't slowed...
