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.