You will never see the tears in me
even it’s not covered with the fog of misery
it’s only filled with toxin in my dead battery
I’m getting harder to breathe
You will never predict the colour in me
it changes like tropical weather
like a beautiful rainbow fades to grey
that’s why you’re not gonna let me stay..
ИAME OF THE GΛMΞ
- ΜUИDΞN ONER.
- A silent daydreamer who spends most of his time on visual graphics. Lacks of consistency; loves experimenting new media; and dislikes typicality. Falls into the sneaker and fashion culture. Currently, working/bringing his alter-ego to the art scenes.
Munden One™
Work In Progress
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