I can not touch you, but you can touch me. You tell too much most of the time, but sometimes not enough. You  lack logic yet have your own. Wrong be it may, but there's a method to your madness. Sometimes you make me feel ignorant, but when you are well you make me feel special. For no one understands the way you are like I do. They deal with their own that make them special as well. You are the reason I suffer and the reason I heal.
From: me
To: emotions