6 • Foggy from the ferry

Felt around darkness on the rusty ferry towards Kirkwall.

Night was chasing me and soon everything turned to the darkest shade.

The swollen sea was a ferocious monster, ready to swallow every sign of happiness and cover it under a white foam coat.

From the gate lightly torched, I saw an unknown Isle, silent and dark but awake by the lonely lighthouse.

I was sat by the bench, feeling sick at the point I thought to dream.

Breath in, breath out I repeated in my head, I felt like having a blackout but I was still there.