I exploded all over a map where one mile equals one mile, and I have to travel to pick up my pieces.

I shattered on a hopscotch pitch, and I have to play a game to get the pieces of myself back.

I collapsed in the middle of the city, and I have to dig deep to find the pieces of me, and even then I may already be dead.

I dissolved at the bottom of the ocean, and I am too far into it to ever come up for air, and though I may evaporate, I may never have one body or mind again.