What if life was a book and we each had our own author working with each other's authors, working to make the same story but from different p.o.v.'s??? Every word they write is a minute of our life, every page they fill is an hour passing bye. When they finish a chapter it's the day ending and us asleep, and every year on your birthday they make a sequel. And they only get a certain number of pens and pencil, then when they run out their main character dies.
I really hope I don't have that much ink left.
