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.