My plan is thus:
give up all on things sentimental
move past stopping to listen to the breeze
even windchime tones of windy day flagpoles
dispose of daydreams-specifically those of certain fingertips

What would serve me best would be less of most things
not amnesia, but a subtle tranquilizer
a lessening of my awareness
I aspire to attach less meaning to certain fabrics; certain perfume

With luck and a logical framework I will move foward
If, however, I fail in this endeavor
it is likely you will be hearing from me directly

_{thanks to izubachi}