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.