My description is : She speaks softly, but leaves echoes. KelliClark is the hush before a storm, the warmth of candlelight in a locked room. Her presence soothes — and unsettles. You’ll want to get closer, but there’s always one part of her you can’t quite reach. That’s where the magic lives
I like: ✦ Long, slow eye contact that says too much✦ Whispered confessions in candlelight✦ Old books with worn pages✦ Deep music that wraps around the heart
I dislike: ✦ Conversations without soul✦ Loud spaces with no meaning✦ Being rushed or explained✦ Bright lights that leave no shadows✦ People who try to "fix" what's meant to be felt✦ Shallow touch without intention✦ Predictable endings
