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.