I shall tell you what the Fox said.
I am sitting on a public commute on my way back from work. Headphones plugged in both ears; I have been enjoying the music playlist in my Nokia Lumia for a big portion of my trip already.
Music composes a huge part of my life – no, not quite the way you suppose though. Stress drains itself away in music … my music. I have learnt to shake it all as well. Not completely; however I am at the very least doing all I can within my power. Not that it is hard, there is just a lot to shake! Music, like sponge, lets the past slowly soak up.
As I jot these precious words on my notepad, my head is rocking in tune to the music. As, it is just one of the methods I utilize to sort of keep my mind in good shape, for want of a better word. Only one of the gazillion ways.
The mind, in order to set thoughts in ink, is in dire need to indulge itself in precious quiet time. The thoughts – no, the words whispering along the wires of neurons in the mass of gray matter – probably make a smooth birth out of the canal of stillness.
Such conceptualization of ideas procreate a concrete framework as the words connect and mature.
Let the dear heart maketh peace for the beautiful mind that the whispering words may frolick about and find their way amongst one another. Let the emotions, however far off or deep they may be, seep through the intricate web of neural connections. Oh, and let love and madness define themselves! The soul may wander in the dreams to lands covered in mists, but it shall, as it always has, return to its Abode to bring full Life to the very hand that spells not, word by word, ever so diligently.
I am about to arrive at my stop now. One flip of the coin , and my expression switches to a sulky queen unflattered by nonsensical subjects.
What Did The Fox Say is ringing straight in my ears.
I presume I have already answered that godforsaken question.