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.