spinning.
spinning.
ever more spinning.
the words were set in stone, but stone doesn't last forever.
Tuesday, the third day of the week. Three. The number three.
As the clocks long arm spun, I began to dismiss all other thoughts.
Friday. It's almost Friday. What's three more days?
Three. Three. Three.
Looking up, it was hard to imagine I'd ever be in this situation.
As the arm raced closer, I felt my stomach growl.
Would I even last to see the revolution? The revolving of the clock's arm.
As time ticked by, My veins started to pump fire. Fiery luquid flows through my arms, legs, and back.
Although the angst was building, I couldn't seem to place my mind on what the cause was.
Was I alone? Were there more? Would I soon be surrounded?
Three questions. Three I must know. Three I will die for.
Tick. Tick. Tick.
The clock raced on.
My eyes twitched, my body paced.
I don't think I took my eyes of the clock tower once. twice. not three times.
As I pondered my very existence, a bat swooped down and landed on my shoulder.
Three times it hissed. Three times I nodded. Three seconds went by.
As the night progressed, I simply stood and starred.
It's not like my movement mattered much, rather the movement of the others.
Whether or not they existed.. well, thats another story.
As I soon grew doubtful, my patience paid off.
Stomp. Stomp. Stomp.
Three stomps, three steps, three vibrations of reassurance.
I gasped, they stopped, we recognized.
I raised my arm to the sky, saluting their being.
A simple sign of hello, a greeting from one to another.
A sign of hello, or a sign of allegiance?
Regardless, it was done.
As we signaled our different signs, things seemed to become more real.
I walked over to the tower, them being by my side.
We approached the last three paces.
And it happened..
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