Set adrift in memory bliss

Sooner or later, there will be no more ties.
Sooner or later, I will not want to look back.
Sooner or later, we will both be lost in the sea of faces.
It already doesn't hurt anymore.
Time is moving on,
Memories, caught in the current, are drifting lazily backwards...
Soon to be replaced with new ones.
Losing touch...
Losing...

That's the harsh reality.

Oh but it doesn't seem so harsh to me.
I'll be honest.
I'm not holding onto them.
Packing things away
Pictures, cards, letters, books, clothes...
Never to be seen again.
Never to be opened again.
It's not a loss.

Good bye.

"I've gotten used to ignoring them and I think, as a result, they've kind of given up on me. I think that's what it's like with all our dreams and our nightmares, Martin, we've got to keep feeding them for them to stay alive. "

Sooner or later, those memories will give up on me.
Set adrift in memory bliss.
That's not harsh at all.