Remember To Forget

I am remembering more and more of my future. All my corrupted memories no longer bogging down my ability to reason. My ability to not become distracted by anything shiny or shapely. Nothing haughty or stately can distract me from the fact that we made a pact, sealed a deal, to live with a heart that feels. To know with a mind that grows. To interact in a way that shows that you are different. That we are not so different. Not so blind as not to return in kind every warm merry gesture. Every unadorned form no longer sequestered by lack of curiosity or tactful animosity.
I am forgetting more and more of my past. Everything that was never me. Everything I could never see through my own eyes my unknown lies were a plot to own the rights to my soul and the deed to my cordial mortal vessel wrestled from my last grasp.