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.