LONELINESS HAS BEEN SPEAKING TO THEM IN STATICS ONCE MORE .   From the music boxes and televisions and wind chimes, the sky and in between and sea , the chattering strangers and you and you and  â  from everything , everywhere , everyone .  [  There are just statics around them , cutting and cutting and b l e e d i n g .  ]  It is a terribly overwhelming world to be in when you feel that you are all alone , all unloved .  /  It is even more so of a world when I tell it to please love me and I only get its white noises in response , the kind of love so distorted yet still there nevertheless on bloody hands and sharp tongues .  So to be reached out through the numbness and asked in only tenderness if they want a hug from Poppy , a being of raging hellfire and softest stardust , surprise catches them and they do not remember how to speak , how to accept love like they are food and clothes and honesty .  [  What I wanted but never had for so long , too long .  ]  Tension builds in their throat as they rock more , their back gently hitting on the wall to give them that constant reminder  :  You are real , you are real , you are , you are  â  you slowly raise your arms up at Poppy , even when you are shaking so much by the agony that you have been bearing since you accidentally came into ex- ex- existence .  [  @aphorysmsâ  ]  You can not find yourself being able to stand up , not with this agony on you , all of the agony , all of it and more .  â  Plea- please . . .  â  [  You ask in tears , in desperation for love like love is a thing you do not ever deserve to have , but you should deserve it  â   please , I am asking for kindness .  ]
