What is cold?

The icy winds of winter, scowling around Earth, the arctic snow covering our planet like a white, comforting blanket and a dog’s nose, sniffing it’s owner’s hands.

What is hot?

The sun’s rays, shining on the cities, making them sparkle as their beauty stands out, the boiling water in the kettle and the devastating fire as it burns down a building.

What is lonely?

The leftovers of food you threw away as they begin to rot in the bin, the keys to the car you lost a long time ago and your childhood base as it gets hit by thunder and collapses.

What is popular?

The athletes in secondary school, that one teacher that is nice to his students and the person that gets the ball when it goes over the fence.

What is heavy?

An enormous elephant, ready to step on it’s pray, a plane flying around planet Earth, as if fleeing from somebody and a slightly damaged anvil falling from the sky.

What is light?

My paper-made plane, as it flies around the classroom, a bird’s feather as it slowly falls to the ground and a raindrop as it pours on the ground.

What is life?

Life is a balanced journey, where good and bad things happen. It is like a rollercoaster, always bringing you surprises. Sometimes, it may be slow, but then it may be very quick.

What is death?

Death is the end of your journey, but not really. God would forgive you for your sins and send you to heaven, where you may get eternal life.