Mistaken for nobody.
Everybody's no one.
Fractured yet generically.
They think I am a
Thoughtful
&
*Slow* talker.

I was born in the furnace,
and grew up halfway homeless.
Tough doesn't mean strong.
Thick skinned, maybe.

Lets make a theory;
If we're made of the same matter from
the beginning of time, we have to find out
where that matter has been. Like a recipe;

Coffin Nails.
 Bullets.
Salt Water.
 Broken Umbrellas.
Cherry Blossoms.
 Burnt Plastics.
Lipstick.
 Mountains.
Etc. Etc.