Freedom
Freedom feels like your feet burning on a hot pavement after you have been running
It sounds like people playing their instruments beside old shops
And it looks like a bird bursting out of a calm lake on a cool morning
Freedom tastes like Glastonbury's well water enclosing onto your taste buds
And it smell like freshly cut grass
Joy
Joy looks like a baby's laugh and playing with its mother
And tastes like peppermint flavored chewing gum
It also smells like that mineral smell, after it's rained
Joy is the sound of a flute
And feels like a cool breeze embracing your neck
Sad
Sadness feels like you're lost
It sounds like distant empty screams
And tastes like you're suffocating on water
When you're sad you smell the rain
And it looks like empty alleyways