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.