I've always wondered what's it about the wolves howling on the full moon nights. Is it because they see the ghosts, spirits up above circling by? Or are they fascinated by the moon light once in every month?

According to science, wolves are the animals with improved vocals. They howl to call their fellow mates to look out for each other, creating a wide range of frequencies indicating a variety of emotions.

But come think of it, what if?

What if the wolves are crying out for their long lost love? Howling and growing in pain as they remember the good times spent together.

What if they see the moon as their light of hope as all their days have been spent in melancholic catastrophe?

They let their strong façade fall that night, letting the world know that they too have a soft heart beneath those ugly scars. The high skyscraper walls that they had built around themselves, crumble down as they kneel against the moon crying for their lost soul. An almost desperate wine to fix the mess that's been around. Pleading and begging for their stars to align just one more so that they could feel the tenderness anew.

It is fascinating to think that they too sulk in the dark gloom while at the break of dawn, their hunting resumes. How could someone put up such a bold endearing face out to the world, while they are broken inside craving for the love which was once theirs to call? Perhaps it's what they have learnt to keep their broken heart secure from further doom.

After all, why try hurling the mind to tune a melody with the strings of the heart, while those pieces are too fragile to even repair? May be it's time to stop and learn to move on.