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.