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.