Is the Moon as scared as me?

As I sit every night, from my balcony looking at the moon, I see myself and I think of myself more. I see me as the moon as dramatic as that may sound.

And it is no new saying, and not just a saying but a fact - that even the mighty moon has a scar on her and yet it is so beautiful to look at. And I see myself as her. And think I am just that, beautiful to look at from a far. But what about when they get closer?

So, I sit there, thinking to myself looking at her and talking to her and asking to her if she is scared too? Scared of people getting closer to her, scared to be so vulnerable, thinking that her beauty may not be as rare when they see it all. The black spot, the dents, and that she needs her sun to glow and the darkness to prove her worth. Is she scared of people who have high hopes from her, scared of disappointing them. And maybe she is hiding all that she is because she is afraid to be naked and seen ...