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.