Funneled Sand

December 27.

Struggling to find words tonight. Gotta lot on my mind but nothing is coherent right now. I’m trying to sort stuff out but all I seem to have is a funnel. Shit pours in, spins around and mixes up, tightens up and pours out into a great big mess. It feels like sorting sand. One particle sparkles or shines. You meticulously pick it up only to find the shine gone and it’s just a tiny particle that has no meaning.

That’s where I am tonight. Funneled sand.

I wonder if this is because of the alcohol. That numbness I claimed to miss so much. Maybe.

Funneled sand. Jumbled thoughts that make no sense.