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.