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.