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.