I want to paint 

buzzing bees flying around the silence of the delicious nectar of the daffodil, the pure polished pottery of the ruthless Roman times, the jungle with a greedy gorilla climbing up the tall trees, a thunderstorm slowly striking, getting rid of the emerald grass, the shiny snow slowly slipping of roof tops onto glass windows.

I want to paint 

dark souls, as dark as a shadow anonymously roaming around, a sweet packet like a lonely lost thought getting blown by the wild wind, a lost reflection dancing in a mindless mirror like a happy soul, pyramids shimmering as bright as the sun.

I want to paint the taste of stretchy cheese on a pizza coming out of the oven. I want to paint the smell of frozen frost when the world is covered in a white blanket. I want to paint the sound of spectacular supercars racing on dirty roads. I want to paint the memory of my past, waiting to approach the present. I want to paint the impossibility of magnets leaping towards each other. I want to paint the distance between my home and school.