Prism Being

The wall is blue, but I am not.  I am a rainbow, a prism.  Turn the wheel and every slice applies.  Yellow for pain; green for frustration; red for annoyance.  Anger is tan, sometimes teal.  What is happiness?  Happiness is nothingness.  Can nothingness exist?  What if nothingness is a fallacy, a ferocious fake?  Does that mean that happiness is too?  Does happiness exist?  Can it exist in a world of somethingness?  What is somethingness?  Something is nothing and nothing is something.  What does this mean for happiness?