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.