The bottom of my river

I can't concentrate. Things are moving so fast and I have so much to do and things are piling up on top of me and i can't seem to get clear of any of it. I try to formulate thoughts but all I can see is EVERYTHING all at once. It floods my mind like dirty waters, carrying rocks that haven't been tumbled over each other long enough to lose their sharp corners and trees with scathing branches and snags that tear at the river bottom of my sanity. Turning, tumbling idea-rocks poke holes in my reality allowing my concentration to seep out of the holes as trees that used to hold my thought processes scathe and scar my emotions while tearing themselves apart leaving me.... thoughtless. So much going on and I'm... nothing. Not a depressed "devil-may-care" nothing, just, nothing. Like I just sat on the side of the river and watched as it all washed downstream and skipped rocks over the slow current of my mind washing away creating dimples in the stream that grow into rippling spirals. Hopefully they'll continue to grow into new ideas and new streams of thought... I'm going shooting this weekend. I'll let you know how it goes.