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.