*ON HOLD* Michael Clifford's Long Lost Sister.

◄◄ Rewind - 20th September, 2011. Here i am, sat in an all too familiar place playing with all of the loose strands of grass, waiting for the sun to rise. I sighed as i reached over to grab a dandelion, pulling it up to my lips in one swift movement. I puckered my lips before blowing gently, watching as the seeds were carried away by the wind. Adjusting my hat - i lent back on to the strands of grass before looking up and focusing on the sky. Gleaming orange sun rays peaking through from the snowy, white clouds - beautiful. Before i could stop myself, my eyes clamped shut, just before i drifted off in to a long, peaceful sleep - just how i like it.
► Play - 15th April, 2013.
Here i am... the meadow, again. If i'm totally honest i think i spend more time here than i do at home, simply because i can relax, I feel free, nobody is here to stop me from doing anything, just the way i love it. Although, most of the time i come here to think, when something important is on my mind. I gazed in to the distance as the grass swayed wildly in different directions as the breeze blew it. Tears threatened to spill my eyes as i remember why i was here, who i was here for.