of one thing i am sure and that is that i am unsure of myself and it’s funny how i can’t sleep but my chest closes its eyes and hums with a heartbeat that is unsure of itself, too. i try to morph into a body i don’t feel belongs to me just so i can fit somewhere fit in somewhere and i tell so many stories about the universe, it forever feels like i am trying to remain lost. i am unsure of myself; connecting the moles on my skin as if they will spell out something bigger so i can feel like i matter, at least for a little while. i sleep beside myself, stare at a reflection so unfamiliar i couldn’t even identify it in a crowd of strangers, but i am trying. and one day i’m sure i’ll be sure of myself but until then, i’ll morph into someone i can be proud of and hope that the universe sends me back to myself.