I have not felt the sun for a long long time

When the sun is high , high enough for me to rise I would lavish my being to the core and raise my brow and stare at sun till it blinds me and world around becomes nothing but it shadow . That is how I long for the sun , until then it teases me I feel yet I can't feel I see yet can't see and that's a cruel way to mock a living and I would not stand for it forever for I know it owes me this least pleasure. Yet I have not cursed the sun in my despair but hold my grudge against it till it releases me and shuns me no more. I happened to have a story with the sun it rises thrice to cheer my soul and sets three melancholic sun all in a vermillion hue and took three long and weary journey among the mountains and hills. I have been damped and cold for a long long time and indeed the sun that we see everyday is not to heat your flesh alone but is meant to sip in to your cold soul.