I want to paint everything

I want to paint the taste of a sweet, smooth hotdog cascading down my throat like a subtle water fall.

I want to paint the smell of strong , ferocious fire which reminds me of my dad’s old motorbike with flames on it

I want to paint the strumming strings of the soothing tranquil guitar echo’s down my ear drums.

I want to pant the scorching volcano’s  of Tenerife to the tranquil cost of England.

I want to pant a crystal clear, weightless smooth glass as heavy as a grain of sand and a hole glass pain as heavy as a human

I want to pant the memory of a most magnificent wedding of where I got my inspiration for my job which is being a photographer.

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