Going North?

Today I feel oddly calm. I'm still ill, worse then I was, but I don't really care. The chaos in my head has vanished, maybe its from the few days of writing here. Or maybe I've just finally let go of it. I'm not sure. But whatever, I'm alright. I feel tired and dream like.
I feel like I am in this giant endless space. My phones on the floor somewhere and I'm not interested in any contact from the outside world today.
I've got my little bubble. Today I learnt how to make porridge, so my stomachs full and warm. I'm sitting in one of my comfortable jumpers, all warm. I've got my favourite boxers on, the green ones with blue flowers on them, from topman. I've got Braveheart on and currently I couldn't give two shits about the rest of the world. I'm an Island.
And on this Island, its okay. Its okay to exist. So I think I'm staying here for a while, away from the rest of the world. I'm hiding for now. At least today.
I want so much to be far away, sitting on a hilltop somewhere, notebook on lap, sun on face. I miss the river crashing over broken stone, I miss the twisted branches and green. I miss drifting, I miss the friendly horses. I want to walk the highlands again. I want a holiday. A very long holiday. Maybe running North across the boarder and into Scotland isn't a solution, but where else can I find peace? Maybe two places, one's a secret, fleeting moments that I can never hold onto, the other's North.
Your heart is free. Have the courage to follow it.