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.