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.