I want to paint the taste of the succulent, spectacular sushi playing a magical melody as it tingles my taste buds.
I want to paint the smell of the sugary, scrumptious donuts as I stroll down main street like and actress heading towards the stage to receive her Oscar.
I want to paint the impossibility of being able to teleport like a spectacular, supernatural person graveling in between time and space.
I want to paint the sound of the rumbling roar of the spine – tingling chants of Old Trafford.
I want to paint the alluring Amazon Rainforest to the snow filled Antarctica that blankets the village when the night sky after dusk.