The beautiful thing about depression is that the sunny days are brighter than you could possibly imagine. 

The warmth that permeates down my body, and throughout my soul, feels like a life form that's never felt the sun. 

Like a plant that's been left in the darkness, and only now seeing the light of day. 

I feel so much sadness, so much gloom. 
Whenever I get reprieve from that, I feel so deeply happy.

Like pleasure and bliss fly away together, spinning in the clouds and dancing in the light. 

Lifting above the darkness, taking me away from the pain. 

Tomorrow, I know I'll arrive back in the darkness, but in this moment I feel alive. 

And to be alive, is to feel sadness, but awake to a beautiful sunrise every now and then, even though it'll fade away in moments time. 

Few will ever see it - by chance they might catch it. 

On a drive,

On a plane,

Somewhere they never anticipated something so lovely to be. 

And this sunrise will only greet me,

Every now and again. 

I'll dream until we meet again. 

And hope I can make it that long.