A new week...

Entailing what is or might be the question. Each day and week rolls past bringing all the unknowns along with it. Where do they stop or hell where do they start? Questions easily out number answers everyday.

Who's got the key? And may I borrow it?

What happens when what we want is outside any reality? How does one cope with such a reality? I guess by ignoring it, like one has done for so long. There is an answer. A shit one, but hey worked so far..right?

Happiness beyond a moment. I would like to know what that feels like again. Searching.

Peace.