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.