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.