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.