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.