Ship Wrecked

Jealousy boils over in my heart like a witch's cauldron brewing. Pumping unsure thoughts into my brain that rattle rapidly, like an untamed dragon in a fire proof cage. How can I handle these thought alone? I have no one to truly talk to. So I slowly sink my soul like a ship into a foggy glass like bottle. But once I float up on to a desolate deserted island, I will have to maneuver through high tide so my glass does not end up on a jagged rock cliff; broken and shattered into shards.