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.