Book Of Likes Faces

I wish I could tell you something but I don't know how. When I try and tell you something it feels like I am stretching beyond limit and leaning over the edge of a wishing well and trying to scoop up the right things to say to you, but when there is an endless number of wrong things piled up on top of it, then the impossibility lingers as I continue falling into this deep narrow and lonely well—I am surprised I have not drowned yet!