where is the dark side of my moon

where is the dark side of my moon?
long ago I was convinced of being honest with myself.
about everything.
my dark sides.
and now, i sit here, looking around, realizing that the shatters of my dreams are only rusty masks which desperately try to get hold of what I have lost.
the dark side of my moon, buried, deep deep somewhere in the future to b dealt with.
Courage, wrote a friend just today, is not the absence of fear but the knowledge and acknowledging of your fears.
your innermost fears.
i know we all deal with issues. but i am worried about my being fake here after all. of course i try to be honest and straight and all that but then again, it is not the question how honest i am but what i address. i am scratching only on the surface of things except for when it comes down to heartfelt loveletters that all commenting bloggers here agreed on being splendid and moving. I am hiding away from my real issues, my real dark sides, and I just realized that I even cannot address them properly in my private journal.
At first I thought it has to do that this is sort of not as private as a journal but no, even not there i can deal with it.

But maybe, maybe, the dark sides are not supposed to be ever dragged into the light.......