Sometimes I have to remind myself that I am Carly...

Sometimes I have to remind myself that I am Carly. Uploading recent photos shows me. Oh yeah. I am exactly who I am on any given day. Tending to a life with no room mirror: dressing based on feeling and letting my aura proceed me. I literally forget that I am Carly. To me I am a fluid rainbow gushing down a stream. Technicolor heartbeat child. Swirling in and out of swinging doors and up slippery golden stairs. The fire burning deep within me, a passion so distant and so close. Thoughts running and racing sometimes looping through and through. I watch my hands a lot. I watch my hands as I dance and I prance in the park with other people.

Sometimes I have to remind myself that I am Carly. That I've had good days and bad. Love her hair then hate on it. Stumbled into King Sooper's watching people just waiting to give a smile or open a door.

"Next time I see her, I will give her flowers!"

but we never crossed paths again

Girls I want to be friends with they float with me in the wind. The other side to my rainbow. The part that is now not quite shining through, but plans to. I write this and as I write this I write. I type. I let spirit move my hands like when I look at them dancing. We dance together in harmony at the sight of all things. Something has changed in me. Entering into the cosmic trance in three different kinds of sweatpants. Seeing my clothes as new and putting them together carefully. Remember? No mirror. How does it feel?

How does it feel?

To be Carly?

Carly?