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.