Spiral bound notebook

I am a notebook

spiral bound

spinning down the length of the paper

twisting

turning

twirling

until I hit the bottom

and then I spin back up

the lines passing by quicker and quicker each time

days blurring into months,

maybe years

but I will never know

because spinning up and down the metal wire distracts me from the passing time

the centuries

the eons

passing by

my childhood memories as close as yesterday

yet further than I can properly comprehend

lengths stretching and shortening

any real sense of time erased from my paper

words written down

day after day

I'm not even halfway though my paper

but what happens when I finish

when the last page is turned to

when the last line on the paper is left

when the last word is written

with a period

the only one in the entire notebook

the finale

the end

of my paper?