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.