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.