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.