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.