Dear U 24

Dear U.
I was standing today in a dark room with only two manikins for company. Don't ask how I ended up there. One have to start from the bottom to build yourself up. Right? Anyway. I have been a bit in that room almost every night this past week. At first I was so terrified that I couldn't really think of anything. But tonight, when I finally got pretty used to my surroundings I started thinking. Me being in a dark room with only empty dolls next to me. It was like life. Me standing in the dark with only empty and hollow people around. I felt like it was my life in a way. Then I felt so sad. That I had to feel like that. That I have to feel like I'm isolated. That no one around me is actually a feeling being. That everyone is empty and hollow. Of course that is not the case. That is at least what I keep telling myself. It can't be like that. That people are just so shallow and I am the only one who actually cares. And feel... Almost too much. It cant be like that. There is so much poetry and words with feelings behind themselves out there. There must be people behind all these emotions. But still in a way, we are all ghosts. Lost in a far too dark room. Filled with manikins. I don't know. Maybe what I write makes you angry. That I can't see all the good out there. But no. My room is far too dark. I can't see anything else. You are the light I need. You are the light I dream of. You are the light I hope to find.
Sweet dreams Dear U.