sometimes i wish my mind was washable

...so i could lift off the top of my head, take out my brain and rinse it under the tap as if it was a dirty sponge, squeezing it again and again, until the water ran clear. And then i would take a hose and flush out all the gunk in my empty head, after which i would pop my nice clean brain into it. Then i would not be so sad anymore. Not hurt, not feeling so alone, but clean, alive and happy again.