i love the
rain.
i guess
it pitter patters along my window
all
day
long...
longer...
longerer...
longerererer...
it lingers.
it is always raining.
a couple hours pass as i stare into the rain.
it's like there's
nothing behind it
nothing in it
i'm looking out a window
i'm looking outside
there's nothing out there but rain
i can hear it pitter patter but there's no ground for it to pitter patter on
...
oh.
i'm hearing it hit the roof.
i'm an idiot.
whoops.
i call jason.
he immediately picks up
and i hear sizzling.
"what're you up to?"
"i'm cooking."
..i forgot that that is.
and jason probably assumed that from my silence.
"cooking is when you, uh, make food. for example, im putting the ingredients - the parts that make up the certain food im making - into a pan to make sesame garlic tofu, or something. just kinda improvising."
"oh. cool."
"wait, do you even eat anymore?"
i haven't eaten in...a long time.
i don't need to?
i always feel perfectly full but craving something.
i don't know what.
"no."
"weirdo."
"ha-ha."
i like when he makes fun of me.
...
i like him.
...
are you real.
...
...
...
we sit in silence
and i hear him cooking.
i assume he hears the
pitter patter
of the rain coming from outside
i wonder if it could rain
inside.
