Force It

Sometimes all I can do is force it. Push through the blah and sing the song of the emptiness, the nothingness, the loneliness. When everything feels a mess in distress I must confess I want. I want so much. Sometimes I get a sliver of what I want. Belief in someone justified. Patience rewarded. Some nights I get nothing, the moment of nothing. Those are challenging. All I can do is force it, push the words out, for with them comes hope. Even if it is weak and meaningless and irrational, hope exists. I just need to force it sometimes. And remember.

In case it matters.

Narf :)