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.