I can pretend, but for how long?

I open my eyes again.

I see flowers,
I see butterflies,
I see a thousand reasons for me to be happy.

But I look a little further,
And I see the sky.

Grey,
dark,
foreboding.
With no way out.

This is my life.
There are little things that can make me happy if I have enough patience to look at them.
And yet, the bigger picture is a whirlpool of depression that threatens to swallow me whole.

I need to let go.
Somehow, I've forgotten how.

Help.

~vid~

(picture courtesy of deviantart)