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.