Photo by Stijn te Strake on Unsplash

borders

a poem

we live in different cities now.
I am on a train between two cities
I’ve never been to
people, houses, pastures, lakes
I count the trees and the minutes
until my arrival
at some point I cross an imaginary line
where my life will depend
on having the right combination
of printed codes and letters
push me forward
whether I am ready or not
here I come anyway

--

--

--

he/him. human geographer, writer, journalist, thot theorist, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 quirky twink, force of chaos, plant parent, and activist 🏳️‍🌈

Love podcasts or audiobooks? Learn on the go with our new app.

Recommended from Medium

Another side

Why I am no longer paying for courses, masterclasses, and conferences

Song for this week — Free Elina

what is an Adjective? | Functions / Examples of adjective — educatorist

I am not the Tattoo

Hi, just had a panic attack, no big deal.

Get the Medium app

A button that says 'Download on the App Store', and if clicked it will lead you to the iOS App store
A button that says 'Get it on, Google Play', and if clicked it will lead you to the Google Play store
Victor Yin

Victor Yin

he/him. human geographer, writer, journalist, thot theorist, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 quirky twink, force of chaos, plant parent, and activist 🏳️‍🌈

More from Medium

Poem Fallback of long range plan

Familiar Breeze

Locked up in My room

A twin’s love