PASSE'

I'm not worried. I've nothing left to betray. All my secrets are laid bare, a delightfully dark display. I'm done being devoured. I'm not your tragic buffet. I've pulled the tablecloth clean, and wiped it all away. I take my time now. I'm not bothered by the delay. I'm sick of scurrying around, living life like a dirty relay. I was getting confused. So I cleared my cache. I'm closing the door on my past. No more living life halfway. I'm done being a statistic. Another pathetic cliché. No one likes a whiner, and pity parties are passe. ~ Rachel G Ezell