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.