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.