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.