What now?

What now, I ask myself? I have lost many and am terrified of losing more. These past few years have been full of strife and sorrow. Joy, yes, but it has come with a heavy price. What now? Live as well as possible and write something that matters? A story is a story, a transportation of place and time. If a story can move one person, make one person stop and say, “hmm”, or feel the world tilt ever so slightly, maybe I’ve done my job.

P.S. Every day I miss you, I hope you know that.

Published by ccoffingwrites

Making sense of the senseless for my own senses.

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