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.