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.