I can get pissed at the world.
Overly pissed.  So pissed I rip at my mind, wishing it’d all go away.
All the problems, all the people.  All of me.

I get so pissed I close my eyes.  It makes it all go away for a split second.
Nothing’s shredded or ripped.  Because there is nothing to rip at.
My mind’s clear — Literally clear.
I can’t think (except for scratching the surface) and everything’s just blank.
A blank slate.  Nothing to be pissed at.  Completely blank, of sound, of color, of light.
Just an off-white.

Then I open my eyes and everything’s new.
Strangely new.  Like I just stumbled on this beautiful world, where it isn’t blank.
There’s color, and noise.  Music, shapes.
Weird, non-organic shapes.  Everything’s new, everything’s crystal-clear and not blurry.
It’s all so mind-numbingly great.  It’s like my mind exploded.

I forget all my problems and focus on the beauty of the world.
Because it was all gone.