The Wolf Chains

8th of March. The moon is full.

I had beautiful memories of nights like these, but now they are all at a blur. 

Still, they refuse to be forgotten. 

Yet I strive to make these new moments count and just live. 

Rather than reminisce and break myself over and over again. 

But, how can I? When every day and every night, these thoughts haunt me?

I unchained myself. But I'm hurting worse.