I want to paint...

I want to paint a soundless, dusty, scorching hot desert in the middle of nowhere, which is planted with tall, funny shaped, emerald green cacti, covered in skewer-like spikes, a desert  full of unique deadly creature such as kangaroos, snakes, scorpions and camels, which battle to the death when near each other, a cool breeze that rarely passes by picks up golden yellow sand and starts dancing in a twirling motion, forming little sand tornadoes.

I want to paint the smell of…

I want to paint the smell of my granny’s delicious, well baked red velvet cake, coated with rich chocolate Hershey’s icing and a sickly-sweet jam filling right it the middle, which was letting off warm translucent steam, that was leaving a trail of that gooey goodness right up to my nose.