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.