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.