Thelonious Orta·Oct 20UntitledIt wasn’t what I wanted. But I aimed for it. And hit the damn thing. Isn’t it beautiful?
Thelonious Orta·Oct 20UntitledI was a child. And homeless. And pure. I tasted hunger. And freedom. I was a king. And fool. 
Thelonious Orta·Oct 20UntitledIt’s overworked. The sketch had all the magic. An artist would’ve left the edge of soft. Now, there’s no mystery. Now, it’s their truth. 
Thelonious Orta·Oct 19PostscriptLook, it was the edge. And death was what we knew. So I let go. And pushed against my will.
