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.