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.