Beneath the Moonlight

Stars always seem to look nicer when emotions are low, theres something about them thats oh so reassuring. The thought that someone out there is exactly where you are now, in hiding from yourself. With me its almost a case of hubris overcome by nemesis as in the version of me I created seems to be taking over my real self. I can't tell the difference sometimes, that scares me. Where is the quiet me who dealt with it himself and pulled a cloak over every sign of emotion? Like a Victorian photographer hiding within his dark cloak, taking a picture of the outside world whilst keeping himself firmly within his own. I long to be back there, maybe if I look into the stars for long enough i'll discover myself all over again.