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.