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.