I want to paint

I want to paint

The feeling of blowing candles on my beautiful blue birthday cake

, of the scent of my mother Mary’s perfect perfume piercing

through the air , the taste of fish and chips on the sparkling

special sea, the feeling of splashing swiftly through the

chorine filled swimming pool and the scent of a soothing

shampoo just brought from a shop

I want to paint

The silence of the waiting room of a heroic hospital

,the taste of a warm pastry getting soaked in my

saliva, the scorching summer’s day melting a mouth

watering wonderful ice cream and the sight of a towering

mountain dwarfing anyone that climbs it