Living life as a nocturnal is peaceful but yet lonely. You have the freedom of doing anything you want to with no disturbance. But the disturbance that comes, takes the freedom. Being forced to 

live your life like everyone else. The sun does not shine as brightly as the moon for some people. Some people are me. The lesser majority. The quiet voice. There are others that don’t 

understand how anyone could be that way. Never know what it is like to have the world to themselves. During the nighttime, anything feels possible. It is until the sun rises that freedom

vanishes. Until the next moonshine, where you feel that nothing can stop you. Not even the moon. Not even the people that don't understand. Not even the disturbances.