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.