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I want to paint

I want to paint the smell of powerful petrol when you pull up at the gas station .

I want to paint the sound of an elephant spraying water .

I want to paint the memory of when I was put on rugby am .

I want to paint the distance between super league and NRL stadiums .

I want paint the impossibility of playing rugby in the clouds .

I want to paint

I want to paint the sound of fireworks banging energetically in the peaceful sky.

I want to paint the smell of a cinnamon croissant in the middle of a French Cafe.

I want to paint the memory of my first bike ride to the luscious green park.

I want to paint the impossibility of riding a meglodon in the deep dark ocean.

I want to paint the distance between the Eifiel tower and Big ben .

I want to paint

I want to paint the sound of waves calmly overlapping the ocean and in the distance the sound of two big blue whales wailed loudly in the distance.

I want to paint the smell of freshly cut grass lingering like the wind blowing into your face.

I want to paint the memory of  me riding my bike without stabilizers for the first ever exciting marvelous moment of my life.

I want to paint the impossibility of drilling deeply to the earths core and extracting it`s samples.

I want to paint the distance of the galactic galaxy and the depth of the Mariana Trench.1

I want to paint

I want to paint the sound of a big blue whale wailing in the distance.

I want to paint the smell of the luscious smell of lasagne cooling down on a winters night.

I want to paint the memory of riding my rapidly red bike for the first time with out stableisers.

I want to paint the impossibility of turning venomous slivering snake.

I want to paint the distance of the dream and a green blade of grass.

 

I want to paint

I want to paint the sound of the pages tuning of my favorite book

I want to paint the smell of chocolate covered brownies fresh coming fresh from the oven

I want to paint the memory of getting three younger siblings when I was between two and three

I want to paint the impossibility of talking to angry animals in the sky

I want to paint the distance of Neptune to Pluto like a measuring tape

 

I want to paint

I want to paint the sound of the pages tuning of my favorite book

I want to paint the smell of chocolate covered brownies fresh coming fresh from the oven

I want to paint the memory of getting three younger siblings when I was between two and three

I want to paint the impossibility of talking to angry animals in the sky

I want to paint the distance of Neptune to Pluto like a measuring tape

 

I want to paint

I want to paint the smell of apple pie cooking in the oven.

I want to paint the sound of fire crackling in the peaceful Living room.

I want to paint the memory of when my rabbit and dawah hamsters.

I want to paint the distaste of Mount Everts and the deepest ocean.

I want to paint the Impossibility of pausing time.

I want to paint…

I want to paint the sound of a object plopping into water,                                                                                          I want to paint the smell of fresh berrys and cream like a cloud,                                                                              I want to paint the memory of my brothers cardboard cut out of him self,                                                             I want to paint the impossibility of gracefully dancing on the ice blue waves of the pacific ocean,                   I ant to paint the distance between the top of the head of the dream and my cozy comfy home.

I want to paint

I want to paint the cracking sound of opening presents on a Christmas morning

I want to paint the lovely smell of a Starbucks Frappuccino

I want to paint the memory of holding my baby sister for the first time

I want to paint the amazing distance of the worlds largest sky scrapper to the ocean bed

I want to paint the impossibility of getting a piggy back from a fish

 

 

I Want To Paint

I want to paint the smell of freshly cut grass like lavender blooming in your garden

I want to paint the memory of when I first ridden my bike without stabilizers

I want to paint the distance between of Mount Everest and the very bottom of the Mariana Trench

I want to paint the impossibility of morphing into my Westie cross Poodle

I want to paint the sound of sizzling sausages cooking in the tray