take me somewhere nice, i want to see it falling

outside is about to rain and i seem to hear you whispering my name, calling me. i focus so i can hear you clearly, i try really hard so i can hear what you have to say to me, to figure out where does your voice comes from. my effort isn't good enough. you know, for now, you're like a projection of myself. in you, i see what i want you see and your actions reflect and intent what i want them to. you see, our mind has a desperate need to give sense to everything, it creates connections, motives and theories to define what's around us. imagine you run into someone you really have been thinking about a lot somewhere you don't expect to. but that person is there right in front of you at the distance of a single look. it's like a new piece of a puzzle you have to place, give some meaning. you raise your head and your eyes meet (there you were). you can actually feel some kind of heart attack. and although you know that all of these thoughts are highly probable to never leave your imagination, your mind, they insinuate to be plain real. inside, you know what you felt/feel and how intense it can be. even if your head's assumptions don't fit in the real world, you don't care because you are not in control. silently, you wish for it to be possible, even if it means to create your own world and again, only inside your skull. 

but, well, it hasn't started raining yet and it's time for you to go. "see you tomorrow", i sigh, as you vanish into the corner of my eyes. the sky is now darker than ever and i walk home desiring your whisper as i pull the string that ties me to you.