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.