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.