I want to paint

I want to paint a living skeleton detective looking at a dead body, which has a ruby red jacket reflecting moon light crawling on the detective’s body as he inspects the old corps. I want to paint the sound of a fire leaning over the cottage living room reaching for freedom. The smell of the BBQ as the food melts the aroma of my dad’s freshly made hotdogs and patties.

I want to paint a dingo running after its prey in the Australian deset  the prey’s last minute of exetens until the void over comes its eyes. The taste of a apple fresh from the tree and its lands on the pillow like grass.