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.