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.