Smitty City

My heart has been ripped out of my chest and thrown over a cliff. My emotions are unstable. My world is now blurry. My mind tells me to continue no more. There is only one thing that can extinguish the pain...time travel. I must travel back to my childhood and re-live it. I need to re-breath the earth's air at the age of six. I must re-experience Mrs. Simpson's class all over again. Things have changed. Life must be done all over. If 8 was the number then, my life would look completely different now. How could they do this to us? How dare they? I was happy. I was content. My life had been established with the knowledge of nine. Albeit, tucked away in a dark, damp corner under the cranium, that knowledge has influenced my mind's functioning for 22 years. I was wrong when I lost my first tooth, I was wrong when I gave my life to Christ, I was wrong when I graduated high school, when I got married, when I had my first child. How could they do this to me now? I cannot go on without re-living life as it is now. I will never forgive them.