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.