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.