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.