Old memories

I want to paint…

the feeling of lush red roses, fragile like butterflies but thorns as sharp as knives,

the sound of the washing machine, gurgling and churning like speeding motorbikes,

the smell of burning wood lost in the red flames on a cold winters night.


I want to paint…

the taste of freshly baked cheesy toast, crunching as I sink my teeth into it,

the sound of snoring knowing that I’m safe,

the sight of tulip petals overlapping each other as they dance in the wind.


I want to paint…

the sight of an envy green goblin bouncing through people’s minds,

the sweet memory of my whole family crowding round the table, rolling dice and having fun,

the sound of soulful drumming the rain hits the window.


I want to paint new memories.

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