I have never, seen stars while drifting in space, but I have seen sparkling glitter scattered around on a black carpet.

I have never, seen the Northern lights, but I have watched a rainbow sunset in my car.

I have never, jumped down Niagra Falls but I have Jumped of a rock wall in the glimmering water.

I have never, touched the tip of the Eiffel tower, but I have touched the apex of a pointed hill.

I have never, stepped on a sea urchin, but I have stepped on a charger head.

I have never, hidden from a repulsive alien, but I have hidden from my sister in a mood.

I have never, ridden a shooting star as it illuminates the night, but I have ridden a horse when I was seven.

I have never, stepped on white, ivory snow in Antarctica but I have slept with a snowy protective blanket.

I want to paint…

A tall brown reindeer soaring towards the sky in one jump like a toddler in a sugar rush.

I want to paint…

A dragon roaring, making every black, slobbery scale on its body lift up.

I want to paint…

Planets rotating with blazing, hot steamroll of it like food in a microwave.

I want to paint…

The moon on a starry night like watching a sunset horizon after a stressful day.

I want to paint…

A blue, weightless butterfly fluttering helplessly in the wind like the satisfaction when gravity pulls you back to earth.

I want to paint…

The smell of fresh food from a restaurant with ravenous children waiting to eat it.

I want to paint…

The sound of music-like wonder glimmered in the sky above a bliss meadow.

I want to paint…

The memory of the first holiday twirling around in a roller coaster-like drinking a chunky milkshake out of a straw.

I want to paint…

The situation when anger turns into laughs like ice turning into wet freezing water.

I want to paint.

A tall brown reindeer soaring towards the sky in one jump like a toddler in a sugar rush.

I want to paint.

A dragon roaring, making every black, slobbery scale on its body lift up.

I want to paint.

Planets rotating with blazing, hot steamroll of it like food in a microwave.

I want to paint.

The moon on a starry night like watching a sunset horizon after a stressful day.

I want to paint.

A blue, weightless butterfly fluttering helplessly in the wind like the satisfaction when gravity pulls you back to earth.

I want to paint.

The smell of fresh food from a restaurant with ravenous children waiting to eat it.

I want to paint.

The sound of music-like wonder glimmered in the sky above a bliss meadow.

I want to paint.

The memory of the first holiday twirling around in a roller coaster-like drinking a chunky milkshake out of a straw.

I want to paint.

The situation when anger turns into laughs like ice turning into wet freezing water.