The Snake

I love to read comics. There is a story in one of them, the story of a man with ambitions, a snake, and another, a chick, yet unable to fly, but already so far ahead of the snake. The snake captures him, thinking that if he makes use of him, he will be able to fly. But when the chick grows up, he kills the snake, and tells him: "You are the snake, cursed to crawl on the earth, wishing for the sky. You will only ever see the sky... in the talons of the hawk." Those words remained with me.


Veronica asked us, in 2D; "What animal represents you best?" A Tiger? A mouse? Are you resolute? A coward?  Courageous? Fearful? If you were something else, someone else, if you were a dream, or a sunset, what color would you be?


The snake. It looks upwards, at the trees, the sun, the sky and the birds who fly in it, free, and it envies them. The snake is a sad, cursed beast, bound to the ground, unable to achieve it's ambitions... It will see the sky , feel the cool wind, the the thrill of flight once, perhaps. In the talons of the hawk. 


I imagine myself as a bird, flying, free. I fancy that I can fly, run faster than our boundaries, jump over fences and houses. I stand at the edge, often, ready to jump. Ready to fly. But the fear grips me. I cannot leave the ground. I cannot risk myself such a long fall. I might die. I might break my legs. I might never walk again. I already cannot walk. Fear holds me down like lead. If I swim, I sink. I cannot fly. I cannot float. I am not the bird; I am the snake. Forever bound by my own fears.


Will Death release me?