No such thing

I'm just this piece of play doh, squeezing myself into fun shapes using the mold maker. Hearts and stars, circles and triangles. It smarts like hell you know. You can look at yourself in a fun house mirror a hundred times and you'll look different every single time. How do you know when you are the person you thought you were meant to be? I have everything I want for now. What else is there? A friend of mine went skydiving recently and I just can't get over how terrifyingly free that must feel. What do you think about? I wonder how many times you need to jump out of a plane before you decide you are bored of it. I hope that reincarnation is real. I imagine that jumping out of a plane is right next to being born into this world.