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.