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.