Unfolding Enveloping Missiles Of Soul.
And I'm complicated, you won't get me. I have trouble understanding myself.
"But sometimes, unexpectedly, grief poured over me in waves that left me gasping; and when the waves washed back, I found myself looking out over a brackish wreck which was illumined in a light so lucid, so heartsick and empty, that I could hardly remember that the world had ever been anything but dead."
Donna Tartt, The Goldfinch (via