Silicone Windows
If rain could tell you its journey would it be a happy one or a sad one? Rebirth or eternal dying? I wonder this sometimes. You see I stare out my window sometimes. It is quite large. It reaches from floor to ceiling and out side I can see the lush jungles that sprawl till the horizon. It rains an awful lot here. It falls sometimes in small drops that mist down and other times torrents, as if the heavens were weeping constantly. So I watch the rain as it falls and wonder what it would tell me if it could speak. We are so closely acquainted, but only I speak to it. A one way conversation that fills my heart with sorrow. My window catches droplets as they slide down, taunting me with a conversation, but never engaging. As the rain stops and the clouds open up to expose the sun the droplets on my window open up and sing to me in colors. Yet the sound is captured by my eyes and yields me endless comprehension till those droplets slide into oblivion or become mist in the daylight. Maybe one day if I cam able to feel the rain touch upon my silicon shell I might have the conversation that I yearn for. Machine. Nature. Speaking in tongue. I looked towards the wall opposite of the window. It is solid white, smooth with no indication of a door. I sit, I wait, I watch the rain. One day. My claws grow savage and they touch the glass. One day. This window will crash and with that. The rain and I shall finally dance. And the world will know me.
Inspired by a cross of the Ending of 15 Million Merits from Black Mirror and Dues Ex Machina Film