Daily Archives: February 11, 2012

Ancient

I dug this scrap out of my notebook.  I was watching Kate Hudson’s OD scene in Almost Famous.  For some reason, I always imagined Penny Lane as in her mid-twenties.

"Oh, Penny . . . ."

The despair when it’s over. The boy, so achingly young, and your heart literally gives out. You  feel empty of all emotion. You drain, you fade. You think you are dead, both more and less than dead, a ghost of a shadow clinging to a pale, pale wall. And all the dreams before you–of fame, of happiness–only serve to leach the life out of your still frame, leave you limp upon the carpet. Make you non. When they leave. God, it huts so much.

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