ignoring via airplane mode

hurt feelings in tattoo music,
because of something nice.

the importance of living,
but sorry for trying, really.

after shower, scared,
and she is predictable.

staying up until midnight
so I can try to cry in found silence.

her, the world,
the sickness, love.

it all swirls in my brain
like a tidal soup let loose.

expanding and contracting until
it pours out pores, mouth and more.

don't know what to do,
yet know exactly what I want.

am I selfish,
or am I passion?