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 — 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 — 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 . [ @aphorysms ] 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 . ❝ Plea- please . . . ❞ [ 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 — please , I am asking for kindness . ]
