Memories - 0145 RE

I'm forgetting them. The people I've met in my journey. My friends, family... home. I'm afraid. These people I wrote about so many years ago, I remember them, somewhat, but the faces are gone. The meaning I associated with the words, gone. I'm afraid that eventually I'll forget everything, even the way home. I'm afraid that one day I'll be lost in a reality not my own, without the memories of my childhood, of my parents, of the renewal.
 
I'm afraid I'll be like those that I see occasionally here in this paradoxical world. I'm afraid that all I'll be able to do is just wait for death to claim me, for my ability to just, run out, my age catching up to me, turning me into dust like It should have happened decades ago.
 
I'm afraid.
I'm very afraid.