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.