The high of words speeding into my mind is enthralling. Most days, it's a train about to speed off, sparing moments to let me know that if I scribble fast enough I just might catch the ends of the fading wisps. And oh, the times it lingers. Excruciatingly lucid details about the light on his hair and the blush of her cheeks. I never stopped to think about it. How their conversations have become my own. How the colours of their eyes are as familiar as a lovers'. It's strange, this thing that is bigger than me, yet is still entirely me.