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.