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.