I walk along the beach as I ponder my existence, as I walk I end up meeting the gaze of a crab. The crab is plump and succulent yet he grovels in despair. The crab asks me in his deep chocolatey voice

“What is it boy?”

“Why do you choose to avoid moving forward, always moving sideways? Do you not fear stagnation? Do you not desire change,nor the sweet assurance of freedom?”

The crab started to cry, he did not look into my eyes or answer my question,instead choosing to stare blankly at my feet. My voice did not reach him for he had lost himself long ago. Years passed as my hair turned grey from age, 42 years later the crab finally acknowledged me, only to ask me to end his life. He tried to speak more, going on a tangent about how trivial it all was but I heard none of it. I was hungry, waiting so long just to be asked to commit homicide, and so I devoured. I tore into his shell as he screamed in shock and pain but I did not stop. I plundered and ravaged the innards of the crab in a mindless primate rage as the crab ceased to resist my vicious grip of death. As I finish the crab I lay down its hollow shell and suck on my fingers to savor the taste. I start to sweat, I start to cry, I rant and I rave and I pause.

impossible. what have i become? what have i done? have i ever? i’m dying, it cant be.

it is only now in my final days i realize what the crab was trying to say, in the end it’s true. nothing I did could’ve stopped this. i really am, a Crab.