Looking down at the contents of my head as they look back at me, laughing, Cursing my name, taunting the very idea of my existence.

Pack them away.

Quickly now. Can't let them win this time. I've never been a winner, and I've trained for this for a while now. My efforts still cease to improve.

Although I'm able to box them all up.  taped up like a gift wrapped from a toddler. It's fragile.  

One mistake and the entire thing falls apart. Pouring out the contents like river rapids.

The tide rips and shreds everything into little, unrecognizable pieces. It’s not safe to dive in and return them from where they were hidden. Nor would I be able to reassemble what was once something tangible.

So they flow on endlessly as i stand along the riverbank and watch them escape me.