Sometimes. I envy the clouds. The ability to escape large crowds, where stagnant lines come from pained mouths, lines of songs yet unwritten to lines of pain and hatred. Lines that make others wish they were dead where they stand just so someone else can feel content with themselves. This disgusting creature of a society churns like a hungry machine, eating the ignorant teen and spewing out those with a mental illness. Allowing these people to play their bodies like violins and to play target practice with the roof of their mouths. So yeah, sometimes I do envy the clouds.