I want to paint the sound of waves calmly overlapping the ocean and in the distance the sound of two big blue whales wailed loudly in the distance.
I want to paint the smell of freshly cut grass lingering like the wind blowing into your face.
I want to paint the memory of me riding my bike without stabilizers for the first ever exciting marvelous moment of my life.
I want to paint the impossibility of drilling deeply to the earths core and extracting it`s samples.
I want to paint the distance of the galactic galaxy and the depth of the Mariana Trench.1