The reason of me existing, of anybody existing and breathing on this planet is all thanks to the very first cell that came into existence after some million years of this planet being born from clutters. And somewhere inside us trace of that very first cell still remains reminding us of how even the most minute crumbs are an integral part of something.
Even though my memories have deluded me to believe that your trace has faded, I know it hasn’t and I know I’m what I’m because of you and your intangible crumbs. And you remain. You still remain