Boundaries

Marks the limits of an area. A dividing line that separates two things 'meant' to be separated. Two adjacent pieces of land- the same piece of land- deemed different by a mere line on the ground.

And what is this line but a decision made by society? People who decided that it would be a good idea to make rules that differentiates, often, two of the same things. Crossing with consequences. Marked by socially constructed certainty.

Sometimes, toes will dip into the other side of the boundary, curious of what could be on the other side, what good could be on the other side. One toe in, though I am snapping back once I think I've gone too far. Waking back to reality every once in a while so to not reach beyond the point of no return.

Heartbreaks. Consequences. Deterrence. Because it might be so much worse than wanting to find out what the heart might possibly see on the other side.