I want to paint the taste of sweet, succulent cherry flavored mochi bouncing on my taste-buds like a child receiving what they wanted on their birthday.
I want to paint the comforting, cozy smell of a brand new book in a library as tall as the stars.
I want to paint the intriguing, magical sound of the birds chirping in a quiet, calming forest.
I want to paint the deepest depths of the mysterious, unknown Atlantic ocean to the ingulfing starry space.
I want to paint my fluffy, furry dog who is as cute as a million puppies mashed into one.
I want to paint the memory of me first learning Japanese, the admiration and the wonder I felt was truly magical.
I felt amazed astonished and everything in-between.