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.