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.