Answer:
What never ends but you always have it
Words come out of it, aligned in perfect silence. A messenger of black on white, a slinky fellow drawing lines, of thin and soft graphite
I'm not alive but I have 5 fingers what am i
What is brown and is very stick?
Lifeless eyes on my smiling face and watch your child's sleeping place. In their dreams they hold me tight. Who am I?
I am the same written forward backward and upside down.