Existance

~Just a little piece I wrote in English. My English teacher thought it was good, so I decided to pot it up on Opuss!~

Day after day after day, seconds creep by; the sands of time gradually seep away; falling, going unnoticed.
As each grain sinks lower and lower, the end draws near.
The ink of existence, slowly filling each page of the book of life.
As each page is turned, a day goes by, until the book is full. When said book is full, it is simply tossed aside, left to rot on a dusty shelf.
A new chapter is started in a fresh new book - This, is the beginning of a new life. The old life is simply forgotten about, fading away, until a millennium has passed. It is then, that the book is opened again, looked back on, remembered...

...Only to be put in a big box with other old dusty books. To be forgotten once more. But this time; it will remain hidden until the penultimate, inevitable apocalypse.