I want to paint- the tears dripping down on mother’s faces, the children’s suitcases full of memories and the train breathing out steam filling my lungs with heat and anxiety.
I want to paint- my sweaty palms as wet as the sea, the shivers sailing across my body and the sound of the train rattling.
I want to paint the- the taste of my salty tears, the labels on children and the driver shouting “All aboard?”
I want to paint- the fancy interior on the train, the butterflies in my stomach and the beginning of an adventure.
I want to paint my mother smiling like spring