stark ranting

The sun cuts through the gray morning air like an arrow shot straight into my heart. I hate the sun. It looks down on me with such contempt. Every blistering ray it casts... able to find me no matter where I hide. My desire to rest in peace shattered by it's unbearable weight. Where is my place away from the sun? Where can I rest my head and be... still? Certainly not in this world. I don't belong here. Perhaps I'm serving a limited sentence from some other place. My violation must have been egregious. I tell you now that I have learned my lesson. Please, take me back. There is no place for me here... away from the sun.