Hey You

There are about a hundred thousand billion things I want to tell you. Always meaning to start right here but starting there and there and there instead, stories I've wanted to tell others who never seemed to really care, stories like the time I saved a pheasant's life, or how I almost fell from a log I was crossing 30 ft in the air, stories that come one after the other, like waves that beat upon the shore, thundering as they break, shattering into a million pieces, that wash back into the sea which after all is endless. I want to tell you three at once, or six, or nine. Starting, wanting to tell you something that always seems to slip from grasp, trying to tell a hundred times the same story and never once telling it, not because it is difficult but because I want to tell you everything at once.