I want to paint the dream of falling down a kaleidoscope full of colours: Indigo, pine green, blue and jet black.

I want to paint the salty sensation of hot chips tingling like fire on my tongue.

I Want to paint the taste of disgusting pink medicine lingering in my mouth.

I want to paint the scent of a scarlet strawberry bath bomb dissolving in the water.

I want to paint the dream of jumping through a rainbow full of colours. 

I want to paint the wonder of how a Ferrari is built with all the mechanical pieces.

I want to paint the end of this poem.