Randomisty

I can see my life, almost picture it vividly as a great clock tower with the giant rotating gears rusted with age but determined to propel themself forward. A machine with certain fidelity to it, the routine is rather complex but with time infinitely simple. I work and toil no matter the season or weather, for others perhaps or to serve my own purpose, others look to me with a slight insignificant glee and still others see me as their mortal enemy. I can be a marker of one's happiest moment or I can be the record of the parting force, I care not other's observation for I work - as I've said, no matter the season or weather.

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That is - until I met her and then a contemptable thing happened, my hands froze and my time stopped, how could this be? I checked my gears, down to the very last bolt, the machinery was fine it couldn't be me yet outside of my propriety my time could not be sent free. Then - all of a sudden with her smile my tower began to shake, the gears went out of alignment I was afraid I was going to break - as she neared she could read my time frozen, and with each step my tower began to crumble and break, until the last step which saw her on me, and despite my strongest efforts to keep stillness and fidelty to myself the ruckus could not be contained and I fell apart shattered and splintered to the world that I've come to know, I fell an indeterminate length all the way down - down to her, and as I opened my eyes on the ground, there was her hand - waiting for me.