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.