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.