What are empty ?

A heat without love , a choop of Pringles after they are in my sister’s hand.

What are heavy?

My mum’s weights , my white bed and a sack of worries.

What are hot?

My bed , a heeter and love.

What are cold ?

Winter night covered in snow , a broken heart and people left on the streets.

What are silent ?

The night sky , a character in a book and my dreams.

What are loud?

My dog Primrose , my sister Scarlett and and drums