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.