Null and void
A thousand shattered pieces danced about the room. The amber light shone through the drawn blinds, it was all one could do to from laughing at the sheer beauty then started outside and slowly crept its way in. In a way, the joy was almost as insidious as the shadow of madness that tainted everything I saw. None of that mattered now, the soft, warm glow dissolved every pretense of despair, it was impossible not to feel enveloped by an unearthly joy. Perhaps only one who knows the depths of the barren landscape of thought can truly appreciate fully such mundane pleasures as sunshine. The light had embraced the room, and the objects had begun to take on as much strangeness as the light itself. Everything had become a mirror, reflecting different aspects of my thoughts, until it seemed almost as if the had melted into the fabric of my dreamlike state. I saw in those phantoms past victories and defeats, but made no distinction between the two. The creature that my mind spawned were no longer colored by my perception of them, but rather by the strange happiness, that I suppose is analogous to the light that floods my very being. Here and now, I wasn't running from any demons, I wasn't fearful of my thoughts, nor did I despair at all thing things that had once been my passion, and had since abandoned me. I was not infuriated by the world's crimes against me, nor did I feel anything. I was content to merely be, to rest for a while in solitude, to regain some measure of what I had lost or given up. The thousand shattered pieces floated no longer fighting against the currents of time and space, changing, breaking apart, rearranging and reforming, always into something wonderful, always into something new and unknown.