i reminisce those days,
where i tiptoed all the way.
i reached nothing but edges.
i was towered by everything.
the door kept track of my growth,
it left an unintentional oath.
the door stood stable,
the pigment is still visible.
i could never forget,
on what you made me felt.
the excitement for something blind,
with my unconscious mind.
i delve my own protection,
an emotional connection.
my past watered me,
i grew more than ever.
- remy
