I found out my old school friend who I had known since I was 5 years old suddenly passed away. He used to love to read biographies, and as I was thinking how sad it was that he never got to write his own autobiography, I realised that we are all in a way just like a living book. We've been lent to earth while waiting to be returned to the akashic library in the sky. 

This one's for you Gary (R.I.P)

You were the book I borrowed

For today- Gone tomorrow

Turns my thoughts just like pages

To far earlier stages

From nursery each day

To our first Christmas play

Then the high school chapters

As the years rolled on faster

Next thing we're online

Looking back on good times

That old pic from the bus, still holds  laughter from us

And memories like these

Forever I keep