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.