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.