Once there was a painter par excellence, a genius. He created a painting so beautiful that he did not put it up for auction. The painting always remained in his room, in front of his eyes. All his future works had their roots in that painting.

Soon, the painter's worst fear became that of being separated from his master-piece. He lived a life in another realm full of paranoia, a reality revolving around the main objective of retaining the Precious at all costs.....

His mind has created the perfect hell for him.... which existed only in his eyes....

It took him 2 years to realize what he had become.... a monstrosity... a being fueled only by physical needs, greed and selfishness... his blindness to things that mattered....

Yesterday he tore the painting. He sawed through his own limb...

Today, a new phase of my life begins..... one string less....

I can't imagine, any greater fear
Than waking up, without you here,
And though the sun, would still shine on,
My whole world, would all be gone.

It wouldn't matter why we're apart,
Lonely miles or two stubborn hearts
Nothing short of Death
Could turn me away from your love
I need you that much.

If I had to run, if I had to crawl
If I had to swim a hundred rivers, just to climb a thousand walls,
Always know that I would find a way, to get to where you are,
There's no place that far.

- Sara Evans

Happy Mother's Day... :)