why snakes

when i cant find words, i think in metaphors. i thought “what do i want to express?’’ (like, literally express and remove from my body) and it was all bad feelings. one day i was feeling particularly rotten and thought “im full of snakes”. i felt evil on the inside.

but, i didnt choose these feelings. when im able to choose, i always choose joy. so how could evil exist in a body that i know to be good. if the snakes live in my body then they must also somehow be good. in this case, i operate under osmosis rules. i try not to believe in absolutes, everything can be anything and “scary” is not enough of a reason to write something off.

i pull out hate from my body and infantilize it. i make it beautiful, sometimes soft. i replace the strain and weight with a sweetness. i could never hate a baby.

most of us dont speak snake so we dont know exactly what theyre saying. in the same vein, im not trying to explain the minutia of what im feeling. the details dont matter to the electricity theyre creating in my body.

i can’t control the details (that would probably require magic i dont feel disciplined enough to explore) so i spend time with the electricity.

tldr: i made snakes for inner peace