I felt a Cleaving in my Mind—As if my Brain had split—I tried to match it—Seam by Seam—But could not make it fit.The thought behind, I strove to joinUnto the thought before—But Sequence ravelled out of SoundLike Balls—upon a Floor.
Emily Dickinson, The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson
brain, broken, illness, insanity, mind, pieces, sanity