Sick of this. Sick of school. Sick of people. My depression is my friend, why fight it like an enemy?
May my feet rest firmly on the ground
May my head touch the sky
May I see clearly
May I have the capacity to listen
May I be free to touch
May my words me true
May my heart and mind be open
May my hands be empty to fill the need
May my arms be open to others
May my gifts be revealed to me
So I may return that which has been given
Completing the great circle.
— The Terma Collective (via wethinkwedream)
