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.