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.