Just What I'm Made Of

I’m cobbled together haphazardly, bits and pieces of everything I’ve ever seen and some I've only imagined. Though if you disassemble me and inspect the parts, you won’t find me there. No essence, no depth, no soft or hard core, no creamy center. I’m a container and mostly self-contained, just use caution if you pop the lid. I’m a uncompleted jigsaw puzzle, a mosaic of recycled scraps, a journal of selected memories randomly recorded in my sleep.