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.