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.