The feeling of a cloud

A desperate need of the poison against your teeth, a feeling of angst provokes this starvation of a plant created by the devil. But even the most profound desire of this lettuce isn't equivalent to the need of happiness. You must be hearing a cacophony of conflicting conscience telling u mama will be devastated if she found out, and the other doesn't give a shit. Look at yourself sitting in the woods alone on a cloud of dust. But feeling like a cloud is all u ever wanna feel, high in the sky away from all tragedies, it doesn't last forever though...