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.