It has three hundred sixty-eight wheels, one hundred eighty-four bars, and is three thousand three hundred thirty-three kilometers long.

I have keys but open no locks. I have space but no room. You can enter, but you can't go outside. What am I?

Hard to spell and even harder to overcome, this can be one biotch of an emotion.

Sometimes I come from a beating heart, sometimes from shadows after dark. Whether comfort or alarm I bring, what am I? Can you name this thing?

I know a person who always seems on, joyful and lively from dusk until dawn. When all appears bleak, it is them I seek, their spirited warmth makes the hopeless feel weak.