Time compressed into a book, filled with hundreds of pages

Describing a life from birth to death

Between every moment and word that has been said

A read filled with mixed emotions, rollercoasters of feelings

I wish to be able to skip, but life doesn't work like that

Maybe if it was truly a book, things would be easier

But days still write words on a page

A place in your head that stores memories

Good things come to an end

Sad chapters written, tears forming

But it only lasts for so long

It's just a page, it's just a chapter

The book doesn't have to end yet

There's still so much more to write about

Pretty sunsets, the taste of ice cream

The beauty of life that still exists