What are fast? A peregrine falcon swooping, a space black dotted cheetah chasing after a poor, helpless deer and a black Bugatti as it hurtles down the street in the cold breeze of midnight.

What are lonely? A crystal white cloud hovering through the melancholy sky and a robin sitting on the last hazel branch of the oldest tree in Bacton Woods.

What are unhappy? Me after realising I had PATH’S day tomorrow and my mum after her nan died.

What are cruel? My aching stomach when it’s empty, teachers not allowing us to play football and my mum when she’s fuming.

What are cold? An isolated pole in the centre of the Antarctic, my sister’s hands after going on a walk on a frosty winter day and hydreon dioxide.

What are hot? A Jalapeno pepper, spicy hot sauce and an over cooked marshmallow burning in my mouth