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.