Entralloholics

Breaking silence

in the midnight of a corner

in the wood of my wall

in the plug

of the socket

which rests in my wooden walls

I hold onto wordy moments.

The vibration of my phone

laying on my thigh,

I take a sip of whatever this drink is,

open up a virtual envelope,

and lose track of whatever it is

I'm doing.

You know you're an enthralloholic

when someone saying nothing

has you on the edge of your seat.

when saying what you mean

is just what you do.

and even if it was accidental,

it was the most beautiful accident you could have asked for

it was honesty.

at least when he's a million miles away,

at least when we're 2 states away,

we can talk about the weather,

And know we're not being plain.

At least when I miss you,

I miss your thoughts.

I miss knowing that somewhere,

you're there.

Look up,

the same moons I'm thanking,

are the same moons you're thanking.

and isn't it beautiful?

because I am enthralled,

tell me more.

tell me more.

tell me everything.

Enthralloholics-;

Becoming smitten with the feeling

of the fascination of another being.