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[Ronan Waide]

The scene, the set, the stage: a nightclub, you, me, them, everybody
needs somebody to be loved.

The time: after /that/ and before *now* that I know I was wrong.

"I'm sorry for that call," you said, "I was drunk, I was alone, I..."

I shook my head, interrupting.

"Sorry is for people who don't believe in themselves." I replied,
glibly, quickly, almost thoughtlessly. The mind flows faster when
lubricated by audience and ambience and alcohol.

Your shaking head mirrored mine. Maybe you said "No, that's wrong."
Maybe you didn't but I know you meant it like I didn't mean my part in
this script I call my life.

It's become a paradox for me now: I'm sorry I said it, because I don't
believe it, but that makes it true, more or less - with more thought
and less haste (parler in haste, recant at leisure) I'd have said
"...believe in what they've done." instead of "...believe in
themselves."

Waider. "And the rain keeps falling/it lingers on like you..." -- tall git
--
wai...@waider.ie / Yes, it is very personal of me.

"Alien hate gods / walk your streets and cannot see / why you want to live"
-- bill...@wetware.com