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.