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.