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.