Mirah
I love you
The sun is after me. It has been following me for days. I am being stalked by the weather. Sometimes it rains and the rain touches me. It sees where I am, what I am doing. I can't see the sun, but I know it is there, hiding behind the clouds, watching me. At night it hides and shape shifts into crescent shapes or half circles. No one will believe me. It has burned my skin and caused me cancer, it is a plot by the government. They cannot be trusted.