I want to paint …

I want to paint the sounds of a Volkswagen racing down the road breaking the barriers of wind and sound.

I want to paint the smells of the crashing, salty sea lapping onto the golden crisp sand that has been implanted with the hurried footsteps of joyous children.

I want to paint the impossibility of pausing time – glancing at all of my surroundings; a flock of birds flying high in the skies soaring in and out of the clouds; yellow, feathered trees elegantly dancing with the soft efforts of the wind.

I want to go back to this memory.

I want to relive this memory.

I want to be this memory.

By Keira