I feel every emotion. I feel void of any emotion. Thoughts are the wind swirling around my head. They abruptly cease. They begin again, swirling, harder, farther, faster, only to cease once more. What is this? The tomb of intelligence and life empty of both. I sense my heart beating, breath fighting, feet pounding, arms swinging, body moving. In motion, in sync. The perfect orchestra am I, perfect harmony striking resonance throughout this temple. Without concentration, absent of thought, I am immaculate, unequaled in accord. The stars are on my side, they don not dare stand against me. This feeling of euphoria is my high, I am helpless in its presence. Like a poison it concurs my blood, like the sun it refreshes, emboldens me.
Pain keeps thoughts at bay, joy reveals my deepest thoughts, desires. Each in their own time pushes me, keeping me going, never ending am I. I am free, free to feel all, free to feel none. I choose, I am in control. This chassis is no longer a cage but a chariot. What I want I get. What I feel I am. Nothing to stop me, no obstacle to stall me. No hinderance enter my path, or think of betraying me. Others watch, I can feel it. But I pay no attention. I am queen of this world, ruler of this time. My thoughts circling me are for once unburdened, untainted, purely me. The tomb empty, but fills up again at my will. I dread the fall, when it will all end. Just me in my world, not destined to last forever. The end is creeping up on me, yet stares me in the face. I run towards it, there is no other way. The last few steps, I count them, hold them dearly. They fall from my arms, their memories the only remnants to comfort me. Full-out, faster, harder, leave the best for last. Nothing left over, if it is finished, let its finish be worth it. Across the finish line, to the world I key back in. Its over, gone. I wait for the next oppurtunity. For my own little world, to rise again. But for now the race is over, time to go home.