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.