Sketchbook

Life is a sketch book. One filled with scribbles, with tiny notes on the sides and marks from the number of times the eraser's been used. There are tiny hints of previous sketches, ones that we thought we erased, but alas, they aren't completely gone. They are still there in the background, always on the edge of ruining our newer, better drawings. We have pages and pages filled up with lines that go in every direction, in every color. And when we finally tire of all the scribbling, we close it shut. In reality, life isn't that much different. The lines, they represent all the decisions you took. The good, the bad and the ugly. Every little decision you took, is in that book, and no matter what, it's always going to be. A faint mark on the paper, or a line that was carved so harshly, that the pencil practically tore the paper beneath it, it doesn't matter. It's permanent.