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.