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.