This is my mind trying to escape.
When I was a kid I used to wonder what would happen to my mind if it ever got bored of talking to me and keeping me company. I'd get scared that one day I would think of everything that could be thought, and then there'd be nothing left to think about and my mind would explode.
I've come to the conclusion that the only way to prevent this from happening is to have my own world inside my head, where backwards is forwards at the same time, and nothing and everything exists behind a blur of colour that the other half of me makes sense of.
So far so good, I haven't gone crazy yet.