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.