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.