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.