Winter killing.

I have been wanting to get away. To retreat from my own life for a while. I have been down. I need to fill my days with something. I need to think and to be alone. Nothing serious. I just need a change. And that change is in me. I need to see something else for a while.

London all alone in November. Two nights alone lost in the city. Two nights in a white room in the English countryside. It will get better. I need to hear myself now.

"In a little while I’ll feel better
Gonna travel around the world
Gonna see it all

Gonna go to Paris, maybe Rome
But I’ll feel better miles away from home,
Gotta figure some things out

So sell all my things, I’m not coming home
There's nothing there to keep me there
Just heartache and panic and worries and things that'll bring me down
My head feels much clearer being here

In a little while I’ll feel better
Gonna spill my heart to every stranger in every town
I'll visit castles in Ireland, have some fellas play the
violin and play a song for me

So sell all my things, I’m not coming home
There's nothing there to keep me there
Just heartache and panic and worries and things that'll bring me down
My head feels much clearer being here " -Rosie Thomas