Tale of the island

by Mariia Ermolenko

I am going out of the house.
Every step. But are my eyes open or closed? I feel numb. I walk on my island, on the street night. I can not understand the boundary between sleep and reality. I see something. If it exists, then these are my demons. They walk with me. I never walk alone. My head and my heart are with me.
I walk on my island at night.