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.