What are cruel?

What are hot?

Molten lava bubbling in the middle of a volcano yearning to explode , a warming flame from a flickering campfire in my uncle’s garden, with people standing all around it, on a cold bonfire night and a baby phoenix after alarmingly bursting into flames and rising from the black ashes. 

What are cold?

Parliament Hill Lido after you have been baked in the sun like a fresh loaf of bread whilst lying on the grass, the soul of a wizard after a dementor has sucked all happiness out of them and the taste of a sweet strawberry slushie on a bright, sunny day.

What are cruel?

 When something/one special to you dies, the ***** torturing every innocent Jewish person who has to cross their path and a  shoe slowly lowering down to squash an ant.

What are kind?

A plump old lady who welcomes anyone into her cozy cottage on a stormy winter night, a place to curl up and a soft kitten rubbing itself against your legs.

What are strong?

The beating wings of an angry black dragon, the muscles of a strong man lifting weights at the circus, the crowds screaming in applause and a mind set to do something not caring what other people think about it.

What are weak?

An elderly person with a walking stick stumbling across a zebra crossing muttering under their breath, an ill baby lying on a bed too frail to even cry and a young sapling with drooping leaves.

What are spacious?

A great hall with towering marble pillars, the inside of an egyptian temple with chests of shining diamonds and a private golf court with perfectly mowed grass; not one blade out of line.

What are cramped?

A flat with one room packed with unneeded furniture, a broom cupboard with mops and cleaning supplies jammed in untidily and a head filled with bad memories.