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.