Life as told by the reminiscent of a glass crab

It has been difficult, so I put myself in the abyss, I felt gnawed on, so for the sake of the rush and gush I tempered. Temperament of my reality guided me to a beacon of hope, a lighthouse at sea.With my newly found sea I struck hope, to only be led astray. Maddening, readying, I dreamt beautiful crystallized dreams. What I did not realize was with hope by my side I was plunging in further and further blind and reckless.What few people know is, to dream blind is to readily serve under the tyranny of your heart. Mine was vey sick.My heart had a vacant spot, that orbited around the thoughts of you, always. If I said memories were meteorites, words you left behind’d be the cosmic dust. 

                 Hearts aren’t nearly enough times as correct as you’d expect it to be. Sometimes you lose track of whats really going on out there, the difference between the alternatives are that of the vast difference between a beggar and a conqueror. Sinking,fraying I’ve forgotten why I set out to sea, I guess.