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.