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.