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.