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.