vincent, you're a dreamer
you eat yellow paint thinking it will make you happy inside
oh darling, don't you know?
happiness isn't found in things that are tangible,
things that can be swallowed
my dear vincent, happiness is found early in the morning
when the yawning sun falls lazily onto your sheets
it's found in the first cool day in autumn
as the brisk wind tousles your hair and tickles your lips
it's found in the music your friend plays for you
those peaceful, soothing chords that wrap around you and fill your soul with whispers of it's okay it's okay it's okay
vincent, my love, happiness is found all around you
if you don't believe me, simply look to the stars
you will begin to wonder what on earth you were thinking when you ate that yellow paint
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