I listen to much music, literally. Running, cleaning, just sitting. Up and at'em early this morning and I can't help but be inspired by new music. Time passes, and I forget what tone does for my soul. Restlessness creeps in, down time allows for enlightening poetry, and then POW I hear a new song and am reborn. Refreshed and revived, rejoicing for reverb. Why must this cycle ensue; it's happened a thousand times before, and yet it is what allows for my growth.
Today I will lie in wait of inspiration, and decide which fork to follow.