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.