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.