A stranger asked me, how do you survive little one, being so gentle with such a wolf spirit residing in you. So much fire turned down to embers, you're beautiful. I watch you sun bathe, and you think you're okay, you're more than whats at face. For fifty dollars I'll take everything off your hands, I put them out; empty. You're burnt. Ra laughs at you. In sweet serenity. I don't believe in Ra. Yet he beats down on your back. You contemplate when he comes up & when he goes down. Even in the after life he is more productive than you. I smirked & said im nurturnal.