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.