and you have only to take
off your day and
put on your night.
Your worries can't
go to bed with you;
they'd never fit,
not even in a California king.
So, you dust off your dreams
and shrug them on,
old and familiar
And you when you lie in bed, sleep soundly
because you've never given one dream away.

Vincent Van Gogh used to eat yellow paint because he thought it would get the happiness inside him.
Many people thought he was crazy and stupid for doing so because the paint was toxic, never mind that it was obvious that eating paint couldn’t possible have any direct correlation to one’s happiness, but I never saw that.
If you were so unhappy that even the craziest ideas could possible work, like painting the walls of your internal organs yellow, than you are going to do it.
It’s really no different than falling in love or taking drugs.
There is a greater risk of getting your heart broken or overdosing, but people still do it everyday because there was always that chance it could make things better.
Everyone has their yellow paint.

1644

Some one prepared this mighty show
To which without a Ticket go
The nations and the Days—

Displayed before the simplest Door
That all may witness it and more,
The pomp of summer Days.

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when tears are in eyes
I focus on beautiful Earth
Sun, flowers and you

~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~

He stopped at her rose garden to explore
Beckoning rose petals awed of colorful lore
With pillow eyes so soft
He's invited into her loft
She raced fast as he kept banging at her door

LR-4/26/17