Short-Term Flashback.

I miss driving through those wide open endless fields in the break of a breathing blue sky. The open state of mind to the cold and pure area being... the feeling, so indescribably vain; Where the wind could dance around you while being sun-kissed by your surrounding trace of light. The illusion of a mix of warm colors fill the air, as the sun slowly disappears over the horizon of great green... only to find its self reappearing on the other side, from a tragic wasteland, Far from paradise. And from there is where I see a new day become, from a place I'm forced to call home, just wanting to go back...