Counting cherry blossoms as they bloom.

Tear out your eyes,

You must do this by sense of smell.

In the summer heat women swoon.

They drop like flies,

And men as well.

© Dan Robinski, 2011

(Source: youandothersaroundyou.bandcamp.com)

Sometimes when I’m on the train I become filled with this almost overwhelming urge to become friends with everyone immediately around me. I hope that one day I do it.