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.