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.