my soul is silent but it's itching. itching itching.
what's under the river rocks? snakes. one time, when I was little, I saw a snake in a creek my mom and grandma took me to often. I thought it was a venomous snake, because it has red touching yellow. I tried to kill it. I jabbed it's head over and over with a long stick. I was standing on a bridge, jabbing the snake from above. it would hide under rocks and float up after I disturbed it and go back under again. I don't know if it died, I gave up after a while. I don't know why I tried to kill it. I felt like I was doing something important. But I am sad thinking about it now. I liked snakes, so I don't know why I would have tried to hurt one. I think I had some latent emotions.