Scritch...   ...Scratch

The conversation between pencil and paper
Swish…  ...Crack
The page somersaults to the opposite side.
The notebook sits silently and waits.

Life is a notebook.

Your actions are math equations written within.

The input is the decision,
the output is the consequence.
Following rules like a formula,
yet still unpredictable.

Your memories are
the drawings carved within.

Each stroke a second,
each drawing a day
each page the past.
each notebook a life.

Your relations are the spirals.
Bonding everything like glue.

Without the spiral,
each page is worthless.
Without friendship and love,
life cannot be lived.

Your sad times are the ripped pages.

Your failure,
        Your sorrow,
                Your anger.
But every cloud has a silver lining.
There are many pages left.
Chances to return to the drawing board.
and craft your rocket upwards.

A notebook is like a lifetime.
Both can only be filled once,
It is our job
to make that one time count.