The snow crunches rhythmically
as I thump the ground.

Over
and over
and over
they pound.

I run the streets in a sharp, cold air,
and oh how I've missed the running sound.

I'm one of those people who
When finding something interesting
Put their whole attention to it
And feel others should take note
Even in the smallest amount
Of what is thought to me
To be fascinating.

A history of ancient Greece,
That there are two P sounds in english phonetics,
There is an insult based on the foul smelling oder of snail juice,
Monty Python exists,
Freud was a real person and people listened to him,
The German dollar was worth so little that it was burned for heat,
Urban dictionary isn't a reliable source but who cares?

I'm one of those people who
when falling into the darkest regions of my mind
Cling to these things–
With a strength similar to Atlas–
Hold fast to the amusing things of this world
And to the people–
the people who keep me on it.