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.