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.