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.