Everything seems to be... or it seemed to be, more engaging before. Everything from the look and feel to the sound and scent. I wanted to be captured by the feelings I once had. I seemed to escape it ...

Something I thought of randomly.

Wanting and Needing. Selfishness, Sacrifice and/or Survival. Leaving "innocents" behind.

Confidence or Conceitedness? The second short that I've written.

Me and my Brothers growing pains, I remember this one morning like it was yesterday.