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.