STORY BOOK, by hailey-sarah Subscribe to rss feed for hailey-sarah

you walk through a door
into another room but you don't know what
its purpose is. You take a look around and see every memory
you've ever had every mistake that you have made
you see your life flashing by like a picture show.
Like a page in a book only it doesn't end
as the story goes on you see a blank
 space an realize the room of your life is incomplete
cause it doesn't end at 16 life goes on
Many years later you lie in bed close
your eyes because you are so weary
but yet wide awake
you are weak but yet you feel strong. 
you open your eyes and there in the middle 
of a dark room is a  big book.
You look around and all except for the
book the room seems empty and 
you open the book and suddenly the room
isn't so empty cause there flashing before you is
your life and there you see every memory you ever had
every memory you that you've made and its all in a big book
a story that was once incomplete and now as your flipping
through the pages of your life you come to  the very last
page and it reads,
"this is the memory of your death."
And you see yourself lieing in bed and then your
eyes close and your life ended. Now you know  that you have
completed a life long story. A story that was worth
writting , worth living now the completed book lies in a
soul that never really left the dark room.
Posted: 2007-02-10 04:23:56 UTC

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