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.