Fear Eile.

I tried to take a picture last night, a picture of the bay with the moon overtop and a tree in front. I tried to take a picture as blurry as the way I saw everything before the age of thirteen when I finally figured out that communication is broken. The tiny lights on the side of the camera told me in red that there wasn't enough light, no matter how I adjusted the aperture and shutter speed. I ignored it and took one, carefully framed with the lights of the opposing harbour, blurry orbs winking at me too cheerfully. I hope it won't turn out too dark, because that would be symbolic in some manner or other and I can't express the way I feel a little bit overwhelmed sometimes, oh no.