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.