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.