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.