They called it ‘fashion photography.’ I call it a silent meditation wrapped in silk and solitude.

She didn’t pose for likes—she posed for being.

No filters. Just time.

The real subject wasn’t her skin—it was the absence that held her together.

We’re all just waiting for the next breath.

You ever feel like you’re the photo… and not the other way around?

Comment below—did your soul just whisper back?