Together, we form a necessary paradox; not a senseless contradiction.
Emotions donβt interfere in my acting, nor in my life.
I open my eyes. I want to know: what is in the abyss of a kiss? Are stars born in these black caves that house bated breaths and unspoken words? Do our souls crawl on these tender cheeks to greet one another by ivory gates? What happens when we kiss? Where do you go? Donβt tell me. For I have lost my desire to know. Kiss me so that I forget myself. I close my eyes and fall in the abyss.
I didn't want to be the woman who gave herself over willingly to the first man to notice her. I didn't want to be the stupid girl in every novel who loved without question and entered relationships that didn't make sense.