Sudden Flashes...

As I walk down the street my mind continues to play out imaginary stories of people I meet. Something about the way they look or something they do makes me wonder who they are, where they've been in their lives?  I don't judge them, I just, temporarily place them onstage, sort of like marionettes...

On the other hand I have to wonder if maybe they have their own marionettes...like me? We are all puppets on an invisible stage sometimes...
I have a million stories in my head. I need to get them out, but HOW to  tell them ?
Long days and into the late hours of the night; So much to tell...so much to write...