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.