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.