I'm not a museum to tell you routes.I'm not a menu to tell you what's tastiest in me.I'm a girl with a lot of silence and feelings.
I want you to ask me a question that makes my chest tremble. To say:
Kira, when was the last time you cried not from pain, but from beauty?
And what smell do you associate with falling in love?
Are you afraid of loneliness or have you already made friends with it?
Only then will I let you deep inside.Only then will I want to trust.
Because if you're only looking for a body - open a magazine.
And if you want to know what it's like to touch a soul, I'm sitting here with my hair down, waiting for the question that will make my heart say, "Yes."