Maybe It Could

by Alec Meyer Staring didn't accomplish much (I thought at first), but maybe it could. If I stand here long enough, If I let enough wind blow in my face, If I let the mud squish between my toes.


Complete silence. After two hours of struggle upwards Resting at the peak, seeing everything for miles. And miles. Nothing but the wind and an unspoken consensus to remain silent Savoring the moment. Hearts rise with the sun, Inexplicable tears on some faces, perfect calm on the majority. This is Freedom. Everything untainted by gasoline, electricity, … Continue reading Boundless.