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.