The world as I see it.

The sun, full and calm, r i s es, slowly, exposing the envy that cover the peaks and mountains, shows the sorrow and pain that drowns the creatures God didnt want to see, reveals the rage and anger that fall from the solemn trees. And as his golden face reaches its peak, he hits me. Hard, like a punch, full of rage and aguish, and as I lay here slowly burning under his scornful gaze, I see the world, for the first time. In all its horrific glory, I see it.