What is? By Sia

What is heavy? An unliftable sadness, slowly eating away at your heart and an African elephant stomping across the Savannah.

What is light? A frail skeleton of a leaf plummeting from a tree and luscious blades of grass in my palm.

What is cold? A cruel heart yearning for revenge and a delicate snowflake, dancing around the Northern lights.

What is hot? A dragon’s blast, gradually scorching the foliage below and a flaming chili that evilly burns your helpless tongue.

What is small? A speck of dust, disintegrating in the morning light and a petrified mouse being pursued by a hungry cat.

What is big? A gargantuan boulder swiftly descending from the tip of Mount Everest and the leaning tower of Pisa, nervously waiting to topple over at any moment.

What is lonely? A homeless girl, desperately trying not to freeze in the endless winter’s night and the feeling of being abandoned by a loved one, leaving you heartbroken.

What are together? Two butterflies dancing and hugging, destined for a happy ending and the beautiful sight of a wedding.

What is calm? A serene leaf, gently floating across a peaceful lake and an amazingly perfect yoga teacher, stretching to the shining stars.

What is stressful? Attempting to solve an impossible maths test in school and finding out that you haven’t done your homework and it’s due tomorrow!

I want to paint a train

I want to paint a train by Sia

I want to paint the sound of the locomotive puffing clouds of steam, as if it were a dragon preparing to take flight.
I want to paint the feel of pure amazement as the Highland Falcon shoots away from King’s Cross as silently and quickly as a leopard.
I want to paint the deafening sound of the Highland Falcon’s horn bellowing before smoke envelops the roof and in a claret flash, the train dashes away.
I want to paint the Highland Falcon slowly but silently soaring into the scarlet sunset.
I want to paint the lush forest that we pass on our journey around Britain.

I want to paint the smell of flowers sneaking up my nose from the observation carriage, like curious puppies.
I want to paint the verdant landscape and blinding blue sky I see out the window of the Highland Falcon.
I want to paint the feel of the Highland Falcon swerving round each corner and being forced to one side.
I want to paint the Highland Falcon zooming through a tunnel and hearing the echoing chug of the train.
I want to paint the smell of steam sneaking from the locomotive to my nose.

how to train a dragon

How to train a dragon

First, you need a saddle for when the dragon grows up so you can ride him/her.
Next, you have to have fish [not eels because dragons hate eels] otherwise your dragon will starve.
You also need a large cave for your dragon to live in, unless you want dragon **** all over your bed!
After that, you need a bucket of water for your dragon just in case of fire in the house.
Finally, you need to give your pet a name [because a pet is not a pet without a name] and a hole outside your dragon’s cave full of water so your dragon can drink and won’t shrivel up like a raisin.

If you ignore these instructions, it will result in your dragon flying away and never returning or the death of your dragon.

how to train a dragon

How to train a dragon

If you ignore these instructions, it will result in your dragon flying away and never returning or the death of your dragon.

What are dream/nightmare

What are horrible?

Dead bodies resting on shattered glass, tarantulas creeping at 3:00 and bombs exploding an innocent town.

What are perfect?

Clouds opening letting the heavens shine through, flight through the clear skies with magic wings and angels singing holy hymns in heaven.

What are colourful?

A double rainbow shooting across the sky like a vapor trail, an abstract painting of seven spirits and a tie dye T-shirt on a summer’s day.

What are dull?

Stormy skies on an autumnal day, pictures of the olden days all battered and demolished and a cloudy grey night.

What are hot?

The sun steaming warmth onto everyone, A scorching hot volcano pouring with molten rock and planet mars in daytime august.

What are cold?

The frozen heart of Mount Everest trapped in an icy grip, a snowman in the control of Winter and chocolate ice-cream that’s been in the freezer for a year.

I’ve never… by Sia

I have never munched a galaxy of stars and meteors but I have eaten a milky way chocolate bar.

I have never been introduced a space dragon but I have met an elephant at a safari park.

I have never swam through a coral reef but I have had my whole head underwater without swimming goggles.

I have never danced through a nebula but I have pranced around in a disco.

I have never been in an undiscovered meadow with griffins and hippogriffs but I have seen a plush hippogriff in front of a cake with a ferret on it.

I have never flown a spaceship to planet tinkle tea but I have been in a plane travelling to Paris.

I have never climbed Mount Everest but I have clambered up the front of cam peak.

I have never seen a turquoise dragon soar across the sky but I have heard the red arrows fly through the air.

I have never spied a bomb blowing up buildings in real life but I have seen a nuke destroy the world in minecraft.

I want to paint…

I want to paint the memory of my great grandad, working hard to create the first army jet of world war two.

I want to paint the feel of watching a scarlet sunrise, the grass blowing in the soft grass.

I want to paint the dark sound of the ocean depths, no one knowing what lies beneath.

I want to paint the taste of savory, soft chicken shooting down your throat.

I want to paint the mystery of what undiscovered sights lie above in space.

I want to paint the feel of dropping deep below the sea to find the legendary Kraken.

I want to paint the sound of fierce, colossal dragons flying in the breeze.

I want to paint the sight of a galloping horse racing across a field, leaping over the hurdle.

I want to paint the sight of a graceful kinkajou, swinging from tree to tree.