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.