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.