Enigma, puzzle, problem, worry. Jigsaw pieces litter my mind, and I can't decide which way they fit together.
Neurons and nerve endings fray as they attempt to fix the shattered fragments, to mix the pieces of my problems into solutions. Answers, leading to cobblestone roads. It's hard to follow them if they've not yet materialised.
A side note: almost poetry, not quite prose - i wonder, can you find meaning between the metaphors?
