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.