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.