I want to paint
I want to paint the sound of the buzzing boisterous bees in the tall oak tree stalking the luscious flowers.
I want to paint the smell of a delicious tangy orange in a hot summer day.
I want to paint the memory of returning back from lock down back to school.
I want to paint the impossibility of holding the blinding sun in my hands.
I want to paint the distance on top of a tall tree and at the bottom of the Pacific ocean in the Amazon rain forest.
No comments yet.