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.