I want to paint my life

I want to paint the taste of a crispy, crunchy ham and pineapple pizza slipping across my tounge like ice skaters.
I want to paint the smell of a soft, sweet Hot dog which transports me to the beautiful Cornwall beaches.

I want to paint the possibility of being able to jump through space and time in the blink of an eye.

I want to paint the sound of a soaring seagull above the beautiful beach singing a merry melody like an orchestra.

I want to paint the distance of the monstrous, majestic Ben Nevis and the chaotic casino of Las Vegas.

I want to paint the touch of soft,  soothing, tickly grass growing slowly in my garden as sow as a snail.

I want to paint the memory of my chaotic celebratory birthday.


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