Leap through time

Dear time traveller,

Take me back to when I was born where I have made the
most profound cry to show the world that I have arrived.

If I had known the world would be so cruel, if I've had wished I had never been born, could you have granted this and maybe spared me from all the grief?

Take me back to when I was 1,

when everything in the world was

bigger than me, everything was a sight to behold. Oh how innocence enveloped me so warmly. The time of
simplicity then is a messy blur.

Take me back to when I was 3,

to my first day in school. To the moment I sat down and

made friends with kids who were just as scared as me.

Take me back to when I was 9,

the time I said, you're my new best friend.

Hail the new generation of awesome bonds of friendship that
lasted up until today!

Take me back to when I was 10,

the day we laid my great grandmother to rest.

The day I learned that adults hide their true feelings and are
therefore liars. In my head I shouted, just say it.

Just say you're not okay and don't lie about it.

Take me back to when I was 12,

when I refused to move and leave my friends.

The day my parents told me to stop acting like a child,

neglecting to see that I was a child and I was scared.

Take me back to when I was 14,

I had my first taste of alcohol, my first unsupervised night out.

I tasted cigarette before and now it felt even more right.

I let my emotions flow and disappear like the white screen of

smoke that surrounded the place where I was lost in.

The time of unreasonable display of emotions.

The birth of the rebel without so much as a cause.

The troublesome years of young confusion.

Take me back to when I was 16,

when I was not even spared from getting my heart broken

by a boy who I thought was my forever.

The time I learned that even the most celebrated form of emotion

known as love, can cut you even deeper into depression.
Take me back to when I was 18,
I was a legal adult, free to do as I pleased.
Yet I realized I will always want to be my parents' baby girl
even though I don't admit it.
Take me back to when I was 19,

to the day I noticed the boy singing beautiful girls oddly.

The surreal moment I thought would never happen to me,

I have found him. I have found love.
Take me back to when I was 20,
the word teen in my age is obviously gone.

Then I witnessed how teenagers after me think and act like how I used to.
I learned to smile and say, L'ho provato sulla mia pelle,
I know exactly what you are going through.

I am 21 now. I have caught up with myself in the here and now.
I take my beautiful memories and learned experiences.

I am happier. I am lucky. I am better off.

And so dear time traveller,

You won't be taking me anywhere after all.
I'm cancelling my appointment. 

~myeviltwin