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.