Mayumi Hernandez, “Her Name Was Lulu”
There are moments in which there is a numbness about everything.
There are moments where one feels nothing.
I have seen outside of these moments.
Today is a world. It is feeling cold perfume against your neck.
Today breathes like stars.
Today, I will hold onto the seconds.
The mountain is toppled. My mind is a haze.
Fog greys out the future.
There will be more moments. Less seconds. More days.
More mountains. More grass.
Less stars.
I have a moment.
I have a world.
There will be more.
