when i was  in eight  grade  i decided i 
 was  dead. my  spirit  had left my body, 
             never to return.             
                                          
 i remember sitting  in my parents car on 
 a  cloudy,  watery day,  getting  a ride 
 somewhere.  it  felt  like i had  solved 
 some   great  puzzle.  i've   solved  no 
           puzzles since then.            
                                          
  instead, i've been mindlessly piloting  
 this body  around. i still give it life, 
 somehow. like a golem,  and i try not to 
 care  too  much,  but   i  do.  it's   a 
   contaminated golem, this one. purity   
 clouded  by my  echo.  afterglow  of  my 
                 spirit.