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.