Amanda Elizabeth | my life in black and white

There's silence at home and an emptiness that has grown,
I sleep through the night only to wake up stoned.

My dishes are clean, the table is set for one,
I fill my fridge with the things that were there before.

I've been burdened with love,
My infatuation of the idea is still around.
I can pretend I'm aloof, but I'm not.

Twenty six years before I was born,
Non existent, no life to build from.

Twenty six years have gone by,
A book full of memories to be told.

This life exists, along with many more,
The theory of connection has sparked for only one.

I long for their company, to feel the intense energy,
I speak my mind clumsily only to feed their doubts..