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.