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.