Liverpool

Liverpool is so hard to leave because I don't want to run on, run off like I usually do. I choose to run towards it, arms open, my rainy soft gritty city with the friendly smiles and the rough accents and the music all around. I throw my hands up and kiss the skyline built of cathedrals and history and passion. I watch the blazing sunsets and smell the cigarette smoke and sidestep the streets after a night out. They ask do you like it here? I love it here. They ask are you excited to go home? I am confused. I am home. The grey mist engulfing the docks pushes me out towards the water, and knowing I am so close to the sea calms me. There's nowhere else I'd rather be. The tide draws me back in, into the late late nights and the cafes with my friends and the endless hours in uni. You alright? they ask, and I am alright. Perfectly content. Sound.