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.