Even If I Lost Sanity…

I like many many many things, sometimes it’s very hard to pick a favorite in whichever category I would refer to. I mean yes I know what my favorite color is for example, and I know what my favorite genre is in music or literature or arts (in vague elusive terms lost in a wide range of things), but I don’t have a favorite movie or a favorite song for instance. It all depends on the current mood or circumstance among other things. However, I think it’s safe enough to say that I’ve known who my favorite poetess is for a good number of years now; it is simply the amazing Emily Dickinson! (could it be possible that I have another equally favorite poetess but my memory failed me?)

This women was brilliant; she used very simple words and phrasing to convey the profoundest meanings. I don’t plan on rambling on about how great she is, if anyone is interested they can simply check her out in Wiki or any credible literary source on the web. It’s just that there’s this poem of hers that I was reminded of recently, and it describes exactly how I feel now… or rather how I feel HALF THE TIME in general, the other half I think I’m the exact opposite, always being able to fit thoughts together and connect them into a huge trail of amazing yet confusing sequence…

Enough rambling, here’s the poem:

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 them fit.

The thought I strove to join
Unto the thought before,
But sequence raveled out of reach
Like balls upon a floor.