When we think we have it all, we don’t. There is no such a thing as perfect. It is all convoluted, it makes the perfect story but not a complete one. All is what life’s circumstances takes us. All is our live’s worth and not the imagine on that mirror. All is when we wake up and go to bed thanking the Lord for the air we breathe and that one more day. We are not perfect beings, pretending is a fallacy. We all have daemons, it comes in different shapes and forms. They lurk around at moments notice ranging fiercely as the storm next door. Some are able to escape through unscathed but others are at the mercy of the elements. Live life everyday people as if it was your last. Say your Amens. Be grateful for your existance! Prayers are needed, another creative genius gone too soon. RIP free spirit and adventurer. Wow, what am going to watch now? I was addicted to that show!