Sometimes while I'm riding in the car

I'll take a look at the clouds

They're so pretty today

Look at our purple mountains

I love this place

And I start to cry a little bit

I wonder if the driver noticed

Probably not

It could have been dust in my eye

I can't help it

It always weasles its way in despite my eyelashes protecting me

I want to sit on the clouds

and the fact that it's physically impossible makes me so

incredibly

sad