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.