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.