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I want to paint…

 I want to paint –
 the mesmerising memory of a beautiful lagoon with the sun shining beautifully in the water;
 the fresh cool coconuts chilling up on the palm trees;
 and the shining stones hidden under the tough, treacherous Earth.

 I want to paint –
 the efficient energy from an erupting volcano with lava spreading like a landslide;
 the books in a library relaxing as if they were on holiday;
 and the cats in homes asking for food as if they were beggars.

 I want to paint –
 the amazing feeling on winning a swimming competition;
 the delicious food of an amazing restaurant which your taste buds shall love;
 the epic memory of taking lovely pictures on a fresh morning walk;
 

I want to paint…

I want to paint…

I want to paint –
a rainforest’s reigning tiger scouting for his prey like the police searching for a criminal.
the sea’s unknown species swimming in the deep, dark bottom side of the Pacific.
An endangered adorable axolotl swimming freely in the sky-blue Lake Xochimilco.

I want to paint –
the sound of the amazon rainforest’s waterfall sparkling like silver after being smelted into a sword.
the taste of lemon juice puckering a child’s face.
the sight of a majestic sunset crashing into the earth.
and the memory of a beautiful Birch owl swooping past the moon. 

I want to paint –
the memory of watching the crystal clear stars walk around me whilst I gaze at them;
the sight of a skyscraper piercing the clouds like a colossal knife cutting through a thick slice of butter.

Lastly I want to paint the impossibility of seeing time and space shifting in an endless black hole. 

I want to paint…

I want to paint…

I want to paint –

the sizzling sausages on the fire in the sunrise, ejecting steam and smell;
A cloud touching the tip of a tall mountain and a rainbow wrapping its arms around the bottom;,  
a roblox character smiling down at small, scared children in pushchairs;
The house walking around the water washing its body.
A cake satisfyingly being cut; 

A tree’s arms out like it’s asking for a hug;
A full shopping centre, shoving and pushing like it’s black friday;

A crisp packet flying around as if it’s on a long journey around the world;

A shark chasing a fish like its playing a game of it;

A giraffe reaching up as if its reaching for the stars; 

 

The odour of oranges peeling of their coats;

The impossibility of the past and future of the world; 

The memories of my Nan sitting on her chair, drinking tea and biscuits;

The flavour of my favourite food;

The feeling of rough paper with sheep fur on top