Inspiration is a weird thing, it finds you rather than you finding it; in places, things, or feelings you wouldn't imagine could cause a reaction from you.
Once you hold it, it feels like a need to replicate, to manifest its thing's core spirit and bask yourself in its meaning and reason. It's an instant, a memory of a feeling that burns way too fast, often times faster than you can aprehend it; everytime it gets recollected it loses parts of it, yet somehow, the thought of it in your mind could last an eternity — and has proven to be the case for me for quite some time now —, burning your senses and making everything relate to it somehow.
Until you give it form, it will cry to be adressed (elephant_room.png) some way or another, regardless of whether you understand it or not.