Lippen verschlossen
You already know where your attention goes the moment my lips come into view. You try to pretend you’re simply watching, but you’re not...you’re fixating, waiting, staring at every little movement while everything else slowly fades away. The longer you watch, the quieter your thoughts become, until my mouth, my tongue, my drool and every subtle detail are all you can focus on.
You can try to look away, reset, or convince yourself you’re unaffected, but you always come right back. That’s what happens when you get locked in on me and my lips...you stop choosing where your attention goes and simply follow the pull. And when I finally count you down, you’ll be left sitting in that quiet emptiness, realizing that after all the thoughts fade, I’m still the one who remains in your head.