Tell me something

Tell me what you think, tell me what you know. I'll be here ear turned in your direction as long as I need to catch up. Small doses, no overflow. Basin catched more than fallow fields could bear. Small hands grasp against vines tied tight around breathes barely caught. Who's realm is this? So constrictive while every breath is free. No hands tear through my throat, no hands stealing air not yet caught. Why then must I think so effortlessly, and speak with such force…

I do it because I am free! I do it because I am pee-bee.

Tell me something pee-bee, tell me your name.