Futaba

Today my friend asked me a question.

Would you rather be living a comfortable lie,

or know an uncomfortable truth?

I wanted to say, The truth. Always.

But what if that's not true?

I was never allowed in the basement, 

there was always a lock on the door,

and my parents avoided telling me why.

Great parenting strategy, 

not even making up a lie for me,

Say you're a president.

Not a king.

If that's true then what's happening in Venezuela? 

You removed a ruthless dictator, yes,

but you just replaced him with another.

You said today-

today was supposed to be a day of unity.

A day of unity for her.

But instead of having a day of unity 

that won't do anything in the long run-

Just stop!

I think there is a glitch in my processing unit; 

when the letter 'A' enters the system, 

it doesn't just register as a character—

it spills out as a deep magenta that dyes the rest of the word.

Aimee Carty. 

She's my favorite artist.

Her name is a swirl of blue and pink in my mind,

but her music-

oh, her music is such a beautiful blend of all the colors you can name.