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.