This is how a young flash fiction writers bio looks

Identity, identity. Absurdity 

Cradle me just a little bit longer

Treat me like a child 

Brush the stray hairs out my face when I'm lost in a book

Or sleeping 

Wrap a blanket around me 

And buckle my seatbelt 

To fold me back into the womb 

Where time is suspended un fluid

Is the fluid

 that embalms me

Kiss my forehead

Tell me not to Worry my pretty little head

Cause every little thing is gonna be alright 

There's nothing your briefcase and biceps cannot solve

So I can be clueless and careless 

But charmingly, childishly 

Culplessly 

You are what you eat

Zadie smith said something like this

So if you want to be a writer eat words be obsessive about the writers that inspire you, figure out everything that has been done before your diet should be mostly good, but some bad because ying yang 

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