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.