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.