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.