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.