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.