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.