I want to paint,

the sight of a scarlet summer’s sun setting  in the west, amazing everyone it sees,

the taste of domino’s pizza as it tickles your taste buds and entices you back for another bite,

the memory of scoring the winning penalty then jumping up and down like a kangaroo with jubilation,

the warmth of a raging fire that destroys all feelings of coldness and brings a smile to your face,

a planet as dark as night spinning round the Milky way Galaxy, destroying everything it its path.

I want to paint,

a book of imagination, with every single creature, food and place you could ever think of,

the excitement of Christmas; ripping open present from all the family as fast as lightning,

every angel in my life that has helped me through rough time and that have made my life heaven,

all the creepy, curious creatures that roam the world, to the smallest bug to the tallest tree that that stands tall like a giant,

the smell of my mum’s amazing cooking; a sensation of flavours spinning around in a large pot.

I want to paint,

the blue of the ocean, a huge bowl of water covering most of the world.

I want to paint the sound of frogs on a rainforest night, making a noise as loud as a rocket.

I want to paint the sky, a beautiful peace of art that goes on forever.

I want to paint the coronavirus, a horrible thing but it will amazing when it ends