She's a broken record of mixed tapes.
She's a collage of mixed messages.
She's a fusion of anxieties and strength.
She's an irony of paradoxes.
She's a well of cool dripping water in the desert.
She's an exploding inferno to the blinds.
She's confusion cinched with solutions.
She's a canvas and a paint brush all at once.
And that is why you will never understand her.
You can only hope to understand her through her books.