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.