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.