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.