when dreams implode

can you be faithful to an idea?

what if the idea is simply an ideal?
an illusion?
too good to be true?
a fabrication of hope?

what if the knight in shining armour
is wearing tinfoil?
or rides a donkey?


a masochist and a sadist get in an elevator.
the elevator comes to a screaching halt.
the sadist looks at the masochist, "i may have to hurt you."
the masochist, "oh really..........."
a look of complete anticipation.
"hmmmmmmm," says the sadist.

the true sadist deprives the masochist of pain.


i am neither sadist
nor masochist.

yet, here i am dangling from a little thread
called...
maybe
perhaps




waiting.


unlike the masochist,
i am waiting for

joy.

love.

peace.


i am learning not to settle,
not to lament over the silent phone.

maybe he's just not that into you...