The Word Cloud

I find myself often staring for hours on end at images, pictures of far away places; idyllic countryside or mountainside, lakeside - wherever, often just the outside; to vomit out a cliché: 'the grass is always greener on the other side' - but in this situation it's literal. Rolling hills & pastures full of life beat tarmacked sludge and concrete, it doesn't make me an environmentalist for figuring that out.

The city is . . . the city is chaos, thousands of people rushing to-and-fro, but where are they going to, and for what? In fact their destination isn't of any interest to me, but why are they so hurried all the time?! There's no appreciation of personal space, or notion of what's fair. As a collective, we're selfish, and it's sickening.

There must be something about people, once we gather and reach that critical mass, sometime above village perhaps, we become insects. Our goals change, no longer does the community or our relationship with anyone we're not familiar with matter, after all: why put myself out-of-pocket just to help some stranger, when they're more than likely never to even see me again, never mind repay the favour?

I think it's for this reason that I want to escape. This is home, I shouldn't refer to leaving it as 'escape', yet I do. The people, oh! The cramped and crowded streets agitate me so much. There are of course sanctuaries of solitude found here and there, more there than here, but they're there, none-the-less, and that counts for something. I think I'd have left Liverpool's embrace had it not been for her parks, her architecture . . . all of my writing, and most of my thinking has been done at such oases, and for that I'm thankful.

But I need more, I can't cope here, I want to scream in the faces of ever passerby who barges passed me, let them know that if they were to slow down their breathing, put thought to their steps, take the sodding time to notice the beautiful architecture & goings-on around them, they'd feel a lot less stressed and in doing so not be so fecking agitating to have around.

They're Legion, for they are many: a moving entity of solid depression, a vile detractor of happiness plaguing our streets. Energy vampires sucking the joy out of everyones day,just stop snarling at strangers!

I understand entirely how this may be considered highly hypocritical, how I'm being negative in writing it, but I've reached breaking-point and it needs to be said. Please, for the love of life, Liverpool, cheer up.