I am not sure I will ever feel certain again, but today I feel something close, and I want to cozy my face deep into the armpits of that warmth, press my jewelried feet against it. My skeleton is a tuning fork that vibrates until my heart is in my throat, and today I find out the acoustics of my body still hold perfect pitch, and today I remember this is all I need:

for how I love, and what I love,
to find the music of me.