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.