“To a Depressed Friend Sometimes, to make sure You're still here, Look up for cloud sustenance. Be sure they are Different from yesterday, From an hour ago, From when you were 15 And sky didn't matter Because only pretty girls did. Note how cumulus Will be looking down And naming what Kind of human you're Shaped like: mailman, Archaeologist, student of rain. On clear nights, rely on starlight. Pentacles. Pulses. Further proof of existence.” StarsFriendshipSkyDepressionClouds Book:Reincarnation & Other Stimulants: Life, Death, & In-Between Poems Source: Reincarnation & Other Stimulants: Life, Death, & In-Between Poems