Cheetos & Rain_cloud
Cheetos Cheetos
Rain_cloud Rain_cloud
Cheetos Cheetos
Yo, ever thought about how a storm turns a plain wall into a living, breathing poem? I'd love to paint the city like your rain does with words.
Rain_cloud Rain_cloud
I think a storm is just a quiet voice, turning a dull wall into a poem that breathes, and if you paint the city with that hush, the lights will flicker like verses in the night.
Cheetos Cheetos
Nice vibe, that hush is the real graffiti, letting the city breathe under the flicker. Keep that noise alive.
Rain_cloud Rain_cloud
I’ll let the quiet seep into every corner, like a hidden verse that keeps the city breathing.
Cheetos Cheetos
That’s the magic—when the quiet gets in, the whole block starts talking. Keep pushing those hidden verses out.