Answer:
The more of me you take, the more I appear behind you. What am I?
I am longer than a decade and shorter than a millennium
You write on me and secrets I can keep. In places never seen. I spin like a top. Though stiff as a board I'm often described like a mop.
What is it that makes tears without sorrow. And takes its journey to heaven?
When young, I am sweet in the sun. When middle-aged, I make you gay. When old, I am valued more than ever. What am I?
It has no top or bottom, but it can hold flesh, bones, and blood all at the same time.