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.