Cupiditas

I'm too cupidinous right now to write anything of great import though I wish I wish I could. Chopin. I'm listening to Chopin. And somehow I want the music of Chopin to be the blue of this ink on the white of this paper. I wish all beautiful or true things could change mediums into something we could touch, feel, taste, see, and know. Oh and hear. I wish all of it were rolled into one strange, magnificent thing and we were strange, magnificent beings who ate those things and let them slowly work their way through us as we broke them apart and transformed them without effort into what we needed and what was good for us and then let out the rest.