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.