the sun is through my skin, piercing it like fire. but father, mother said I couldn't burn? she said I had the grace of god. why must it be me who burns? I am not the sun nor the solar system spinning out of control, like those rides at the fair that make you spin til you ***** all of the fun you thought you were having that night. now I'm stumbling for words and my vision is impaired but this probably won't make sense and I'm not sure what more to say. I'm at a loss, I think I should stop.