We Rely On You For This One Kid

There is something here you cannot see; something more complex than what the intricate eye can observe, something more than your talented brain can interpret, something not known to the senses, but held in the heart. There is something here I can't explain; something that gets in the way of things, something that makes you rise to the occasion when all else fails. There is someone here, I cannot speak. There is something here pushing me forward; something that makes no physical contact, but a sense of weakness.

Weakness brings me Strength, and Strength makes me Weak.