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.