I want to paint

I want to paint

the smell of ash as I cross the dangers of the battlefield as the sound of silence creeps into my ears, the thought of a majestic wolf blending with the shadows scanning for its prey, the feeling of fear as shadows surround you and your vision goes black leaving you scared and paralysed, I want to paint the scent of blood as I catch the glimpse of a lifeless body peeking out from the end of the alley.

I want to paint

the irritation of an ich as you continuously scratch at it endlessly hoping for it to go away, the smell of a strawberry cake as you see it roll in on a silver tray and is placed on the oak table in front of you, the thought of passing out as you start to feel dizzy and slowly collapse, the thought of being locked in a spaceship in space screaming for help not knowing that no one can hear you.

I want to paint

The feeling of sadness when you lose the ones important to you and the thought of forever being alone, the feeling on loneliness when you stroll the pitch-black streets as any sign of life In the area rushes to escape your grasp, the thought of remembering clowns as you were younger and missing your child life. The sound of gunshots as you rush for safety with your family.