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.