The juicy details for the one that *wants* to be Lucy

It was playful all day. I had on the clothes that I mentioned (and I mentioned their adjective to you and do not wish to state it again here because I'm trying to be good about this) and they were from me and given to gravity (a couple of times).

I saw this as play; and I only ever really want to play.

I let myself be as I was made. I felt as I had not felt before and knew that I would need no external whatever to feel as I want. I followed or I lead or I went along and together to the (rhymes).

They spoke of my wants (and theirs; which is interesting) and we gave our thoughts to each other. The act alone caused mine to storm and actually sing to me. My words; those of my thoughts spiraled and sprung the tones within my music box. I stood in the center and felt...

There were thoughts I did not want within this experience; I will admit that. They... moved me... and I did not want to be moved by them. I was, for a time, concerned about them, but it was that I face them that I know they are no long for my experience anymore.

I put myself into her chaos. She hates that I must organize all things; but... she also loves it. She is both things all the time and then a third thing... an errant word.

Lucy.