The body becomes a landscape here,
vertebrae rising like a quiet ridge, bathed in warm, fading light.
I’ve always been drawn to backs.
To their quiet strength, their subtle tension,
the way they hold both vulnerability and power without saying a word.
What others might find too raw, too exposed,
I find deeply human.
Honest.
Beautiful.
Maybe it’s a weakness.
Or maybe it’s the kind of beauty that only reveals itself
when you’re willing to really look.
