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.